i quit facebook for a while:

why? because i am addicted. and i creep people that make me feel like shit the rest of the day because they are happy and tan and attractive and they are gone.

but also because i think facebook is really taking the joy out of some things. take pictures for example. i can’t remember how many times i smile, but not because i’m having a good time or want to, i smile because it’s going up on facebook and i want to look good. that’s stupid. and dangerous. it’s like every single picture we take now is for people to look at and judge. 

but mostly it’s because i fucking miss him and my fingers type in his name and he has pictures up and he’s beautiful and i’m not and he’s not mine to hug anymore.