This reminds me of another fairytale grandma used to tell me. There once was a boy he lived in his parents basement surrounded by screens. every night he would screem into the void his computer would translate this hate into words for him as his fnigers tired quickly. He would post these words to people he considered freinds. He knew he was lying to himself but he could not stop, for you see they were all he had. ohhh wait thats not a story from grandma thats just the context to hooty my bad.
