I’ve just removed myself from Facebook. I’ve had it with other people and their lives. I don’t want to know anymore about how successful and funny everyone is or what they ate for dinner or how cool the night they went to was or what they flippin like and don’t like. Most of the people who are my supposed friends don’t even give me the time of day in real life and Fakeface and its phoney friends can go and frig off.
I’m having real trouble functioning with human beings anyway. Everyone is just so damn fabulous and it makes my failings all the more painful to bear. I want to run away to the water and live on my bike and hang out with the squirrels. I don’t think I’m made for this world of human predatorial instinct. I have an annoyingly strong sense of smell for bullshit.
I don’t think that any of this matters. In my dreams the walls are falling down and the cracks are showing. It’s about time that I faced more fears. There is more to life than a string of constant disappointments. Each time I try to reassess. Maybe I’ll move to Mars. I hear the weather there is great this time of year.