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Friday 3 July 2015

Ghosts.2

I think I should and I must delete my Facebook account forever. It's just so draining. Like people... More like Ghosts, peeking in your room when you're changing and doing something solitary. Albeit it's not everyone, but most of them. I'd prefer genuine and honest friends rather than electronic friends. Seriously, this other day I was thinking, let's suppose one dies. Who'd really know lol?  Well, perhaps after days or whatever, but my theory and uh in fact reality stands resolute, who'd and how'd your folks actually come to know that you're going underground now haha. And then with those updates they think and you think too you know whats happening in their life but you DO NOT! Being with someone in person and talking with them about sth, and on the other, reading about their lives and all that it's very different. I don't even want to write about this anymore. Who'd get it anyway. Except.. I don't really know. I just don't. I miss you doves. </3