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I just Got Out Of A Toxic Relationship. This Is How It Is Now.
The cool, smooth plastic felt like a portal to a new world in my ten-year-old hands.
It was the Samsung 5J, a coveted symbol of independence and connection.
Unlimited YouTube, Instagram, and the latest games — the possibilities felt endless. Back then, it felt like love at first sight.
Little did I know, this love affair would prosper into a full-blown codependency.
My phone became an omnipresent shadow, clinging to me like a second skin.
Lunchtime videos devoured family conversations, cool game breaks interrupted moments with friends — I even developed the habit of watching videos while eating, a choice I still deeply regret.
Our bond deepened into an all-encompassing connection, from casual hangouts to the most private moments (don’t we all?).
The worst part?
The insidious grip it had on my attention. A notification, no matter how trivial — a reminder to play that same game again — would yank me back into its digital vortex.
Homework, relaxation, boredom, even genuine fun with friends — my phone was always there, a constant companion demanding attention.
