I've decided to rid myself of Facebook for a little while. It's not that I have anything against Facebook; I think it's a remarkable networking tool and an all-around wonderful thing to have at my disposal. However, it is undeniably true that I, over the past few months, have become truly addicted. I have more free time than I ever had in high school (not complaining, mind you), therefore I spend exponentially greater amounts of time on Facebook. I take stalking to a new level. I delve/ dive/ rip/ roar into people's lives, and they never even know it. It's time for a little break.
Separation anxiety is inevitable.
I have brutally fiery emotions. They're always there, always active. I cannot stop feeling. Ever.
I'd rather feel too much than feel nothing at all.
Let's hope a day in Central Park will ease all this paranoia, this worry, this personal hostility, this fluid from my current place and drift me back into a happier, calmer state. I think it's just the medicine I need- a cure even Tylenol PM cannot provide.