A framework sits alone on a bed in a dark room, the sound of a clock on the wall loudly clicks with every passing second. Sitting upright, she looks into a mirror across the room at the wrinkles on the face that has gone through years of development, patches, and major version upgrades. It seems like only yesterday that everyone was exalting the joys of the young and beautiful framework: "This framework is amazing!", "This framework will solve all our problems!", "How did I live without you?!". Those moments rarely present themselves anymore. Her eyes begin to well up with tears. The developers have turned insulting and abusive: "I hate this framework!", "It is so fat and bloated, why would anyone use it!?", "I think I'll find something better, maybe even roll my own."She sits there, with tears starting to stream down her cheeks, the only thing visible in the dark are the magazine covers that dawn the new sexier frameworks. She whispers to the covers, "one day, you will be here and I will be forgotten. No one will cry for you, the same as no one cries for me."The clock ticks louder, the room gets darker, and she falls back into the bed away from her reflection.