Here's a Detailed, Insightful Entry.
FUCK! I miss being a teenager!
That's all, I wrote a pretty extensive entry about how empty life has become since Facebook, but it got lost when I accidentally unplugged the internet.
I'm going to summarize though:
1. Clicking a button to let someone know that you agree with them wasn't an option, you put real sentences together with thought behind them and then clicked the button.
2. People posted poetry for all of their friends to see and were only slightly embarrassed, but mostly proud of the things they had written.
3. Taylor and I would hang out everyday, and if we didn't, it was "sooo weird."
4. Walking downtown in our hippie skirts for hours and hours was fun.
5. Shows were still cool (and what we lived for, in fact) and going out wasn't a pain in the ass.
6. I didn't spend my days off work or school alone.
7. There was a real connection between friends.
8. Oh fuck it, there is no way to summarize the things that were just flowing from my fingertips ten minutes ago, along with the tears flowing from my eyes. I miss being a human being, with real friends, real feelings, and thoughts that aren't there one second and gone the next. I miss the days when "I would never work at McDonald's." If me from the past saw me now, she'd slap me across the face and ask me what the hell happened, and I'd accept it. I am a disappointment to myself. I never wanted to be what I am. "I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now" is finally making sense to me.
I wish someone would wake me from the nightmare that is me.
(In other words, "I hate myself, I hate myself, I hate myself")
That's all, I wrote a pretty extensive entry about how empty life has become since Facebook, but it got lost when I accidentally unplugged the internet.
I'm going to summarize though:
1. Clicking a button to let someone know that you agree with them wasn't an option, you put real sentences together with thought behind them and then clicked the button.
2. People posted poetry for all of their friends to see and were only slightly embarrassed, but mostly proud of the things they had written.
3. Taylor and I would hang out everyday, and if we didn't, it was "sooo weird."
4. Walking downtown in our hippie skirts for hours and hours was fun.
5. Shows were still cool (and what we lived for, in fact) and going out wasn't a pain in the ass.
6. I didn't spend my days off work or school alone.
7. There was a real connection between friends.
8. Oh fuck it, there is no way to summarize the things that were just flowing from my fingertips ten minutes ago, along with the tears flowing from my eyes. I miss being a human being, with real friends, real feelings, and thoughts that aren't there one second and gone the next. I miss the days when "I would never work at McDonald's." If me from the past saw me now, she'd slap me across the face and ask me what the hell happened, and I'd accept it. I am a disappointment to myself. I never wanted to be what I am. "I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now" is finally making sense to me.
I wish someone would wake me from the nightmare that is me.
(In other words, "I hate myself, I hate myself, I hate myself")