A letter to my laptop

Dear Gerald the Laptop:

Regarding your decision to stop charging; I just want to know why. You've been more or less faithful to me for two years of your four year life. I rescued you when you were about to get thrown out of your first home: the Store. They didn't want you anymore because you were an OLD floor model, and they were trying to sell little old you off with a $99 gift card. I loved you and took you home.
You helped me in my time of need to write my 23 page high school graduation paper. I respect you for that, and it was one of the best things you could have done for me. You carry my huge supply of music inside of you like an elephant carrying a baby for forever and a half.
You were doubtful of my relationship with that moron, but you still helped me communicate with that sick excuse of a person up until the end of that relationship. You even survived a fall out of a two story window into the bushes below during my ill thought out escape plan from my parent's house to his house. Brainwashing will do that to a person.
So why is it this year all you have done is quit working? Why this year? Is it because you think your job is done? It's not. Breathe, you! Look around you! You have a duty to fulfill. YOU NEED TO GET ME THROUGH COLLEGE. I don't have a job. All I have left to work on is this computer, which I bought with money I earned over a year ago. I need mobility, Gerald. I need you to stop this silly not charging business and LIVE.
I miss you.

Yours truly,
E. N.