My Computer

My computer is alive. We've been together for almost two years now. We've been through highs and lows, and still it is here with me. Well, I guess a machine can also be a friend.

It knows my story. It knows my thoughts. It knows a lot of my secrets. It knows even the words I do not know how to spell and my wrong grammar.

It knows when I'm mad because I'm banging his mouse or keyboard. It knows when I'm sad, because it plays the sad music. When I'm bored, I play in my computer. When I'm pressured and rushing assignments, it stays awake with me the whole night, playing slow music to calm me down.

My computer is a good friend. One time, I was so tired doing an assignment and I can't take it any longer. So I clicked "X". And my computer asked me, "Are you sure you want to quit?" Guess what, I clicked "NO".

But I guess my computer is getting old. Sometimes, it can no longer process as fast as it was before.

I don't know if I'm ready to let it go. We've through many things. I've learned from it. It learned from me.

It was a scare when one time, my computer won't open.  I was worried because I can't do my assignment. All I thought was my assignment. I was banging my CPU, kicking it even. It just opened after some tries. But when it opened, it was no longer like before. When I open it now, an error message always appear. I guess my computer knows that I have done wrong. I don't know.

It will hurt me a lot if one day, it will no longer switch on. My computer has been good to me all this time. I don't know if I were. But I am preparing because I know one day, it also has to rest.

It also has to rest.

By the way, my computer is named Blacky. Don't ask me why.