I hate everything about it.
Everything I see on that site makes me want to explode.
It makes my guts hurt.
It makes me wanna barf.
I guess old photos can also create these same feelings.
Happiness or death.
I had a facebook for myself, and one for Schnarf, the dog.
(Who, I am trying to re-name Mike, and sometimes he recognizes that he is the one being called Mike)
Anyway, both of them are gone now.
I can't shake out that rotting bowling ball feeling I have in my gut.
Some of the shit I just mindlessly scanned over, before deleting the second account, is haunting me.
Who the fuck cares?!
I used to expose myself to uncomfortable situations that made me so unhappy I could puke.
Over the past couple of years I have been working on eliminating those places that caused those feelings off my agenda, there weren't many.
Facebook was just a reminder of the places and people that I have chosen to distance myself from.
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