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Facebook is fucking boring

26 September 2016

It is no longer fun to go on facebook anymore. There's too much drama and butt kissing on there, and there are also people who are way more talented than I am, which makes me depressed. But I still go on online all the time. I'm like a heroin addict who keeps shooting up more and more even though he knows it's fucking killing him.

For the first time, I have begun logging out of facebook on my main computers and my phone. But it hasn't helped. In fact it has only made it worse. I log out and then I'm back online in a few minutes, and I waste the entire day refreshing facebook. It doesn't help that my job requires me to go on facebook to get work done. So, every time I start working on facebook posts for clients, I go down the rabbit hole and before I know it, I'm dicking around without a purpose for hours on end.

It feels exactly like an addiction. I know that going on facebook is counter productive. I know that most of the posts I see are either personal stuff that I don't care about or insanely creative stuff that hurts my ego, yet I can't stop hurting myself and feeling like shit every time I binge on facebook.


I NEED TO STOP!

I have contemplated creating a new fb id on my work mail id, for work purposes, but being the lazy ass that I am, I haven't been able to take that extra step. Also, I don't want to have the hassle of managing multiple ids, despite the fact that I won't be posting anything on one of those id's.

I have to get my life on track ASAP.
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