F- Surge
Facebook gets a little bit of life, and all your friends are online, but then it dies again like it got ran over by a truck. You’re the only one left, like a sad kid at a birthday party.
You post a picture and get one like from your dog.
You write a joke, and no one laughs. Just crickets. And your uncle’s face.
You start a conversation and get a reply from your grandma who thinks it's a bot.