For those of you who use diaries, Twitter, and, oh hello, BLOG SITES, then good for you. For those of you who use Facebook to post some of your crushing stories, then you can find me deleting you. If you oppose to what I have to say, again, you can find me deleting you.
I apologize for my rude comments about this, but it just fascinates me how wonderful people abuse the Facebook STATUS. IT IS CALLED A FACEBOOK STATUS...NOT DIARY. NOT COUNSELOR. NOT PERSONAL THERAPIST. LET'S LEAVE IT AT THAT. If you are going to try and argue with me, don't expect a response from me arguing otherwise because I simply don't have the time and money -and care- to express my views completely. I don't understand why there are people who want to post things about their lives such as "Everyone meet at _______ and watch my ex-boyfriend try and beg on his knees for me to give back his jacket. Once a cheater always a cheater. I never loved you, you son of a $@&%^, so leave me alone. Everyone look at John Doe's Facebook and comment him that he's a liar and a cheater. I didn't think it would end this way, but it did. I don't want anyone to respond to this, so please don't. I remember when we used to run to each other, but now he is the one I run away from." Yes. ALL of this goes onto one status. STATUS. ALL OF THIS. STATUS. I have to admit that it is a tad bit interesting to see what's going on, but then it keeps going on forever.
Do you not have the dignity to post it elsewhere? Maybe, TWITTER? People have those things because they want to know every single detail about your life, and that's why they follow you and read what you say. And that's why I deleted mine. Facebook...not so much. Facebook is used to keep in touch with people. You may say the telling of your entire life is a way to keep in touch becauseNO NO NO NO IT ISN'T, IDIOTS. If you're going to talk about someone, don't flood my homepage with why your boyfriend, friend, parents, grandmother, teacher, dragon, pet, dog, dolphin, velociraptor is being such a bitch. We heard it once, we don't need to hear it again. If we wanted to hear more, there's something called "messaging", where it's private.
Also, there are people who post up their days and how it went, what they did, where they went, what time, and how. Need I say more? Get a life...or, better yet, get a Twitter or a blog account.
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