My dearest Facebook

I deactivated my Facebook the other night/morning. I never know what to call 2 a.m. when I haven’t gone to sleep yet. I mean, technically it’s morning, but it’s still dark outside at that time and usually when talking about 2 a.m. I haven’t gone to bed yet.

Anyway.

That was Saturday night (Sunday morning). It is now 10 o’clock on Monday night and I want to write Facebook a love letter telling it I miss it.

It’s like a breakup. I’ve been with Facebook for 7ish years and then bam! I ditched it out of the blue without warning.

I’m sorry, Facebook. I just can’t handle you right now. I need some space.

You’re really time consuming. You sometimes cause drama in my life. I obsess over you and what you have to tell me about other people, which sometimes results in me going cray-cray.

I have no idea how long this will last. I’ll need you again come August when I start working for the school paper since people check their inbox on there more than they check their school email (priorities). But until then, there’s no way for me to know if I’ll reactivate you in a week or two or wait until August. I guess we’ll see.

I just need to get my life together. And let’s face it, folks. My life isn’t too together these days.

I need to rid myself of instagram for a bit, too, but Jesus, then I may as well get a flip phone and call it a day. I don’t think I wanna fall off the face of the earth THAT much. Even though I should. Instagram has the power to make me a little cray-cray too.

But that’s my fault eh? Letting stupid shit get the best of me?

Sorry. Can’t help it. I care. Shoot me. I wish I was more like some of you worry-free, care-free people who can shake things off so easily.

“Shake it off, shake it off. Whoaaa.”

...and there’s my musical moment for the night.

Yeah, we won't get into all that drama.

So yeah. I’ve been without Facebook for almost two days and I’m already sulking about it. It’s pathetic what the world has come to.