Facebook.

After much pleading from my friend, I eventually decided to re-activate my Facebook profile.
It had been at least a month, possibly even more since I'd last used my account, and the idea of logging in again was quite daunting, but not to the extent where I would freak out. I'm not that lame. I just didn't want to; and to be honest, when I 'deleted' my account, I had no feelings of 'oh my god, what am I going to do with myself now?' None of that. No withdrawal symptoms.

So it's no surprise that I wasn't so keen to go back on. Here's my analogy: re-activating my account is the same as deciding to finally mow your lawn, after five years of pure laziness. It's terrifying. You don't know what you'll find. I did wonder what would be in store, but I was quite indifferent for the most part. I just didn't care for this social networking site.

I activated my account again, and there was a great sense of.....'meh'. Literally. I didn't feel like it was going to be one of those slow motion running towards your lover (on the beach, or a field full of daisies) scene. I didn't know what to expect. Grass up to my shoulders? Not quite, but....yeah.

....straight up, I just hate it. I hate Facebook. My existence on there won't last long. I just won't be so easily persuaded next time. If people ask, I won't tell them I have Facebook. That's the deal I made with myself.

I've got to go now; I have a driving lesson. How fun. Not.
Bye guys. -Is guys too cliche? It just seems like I'm writing to myself, as opposed to legit readers; therefore it feels like I'm referring to myself...whatever.

Bye.