this is why facebook depresses me to no end.
i go there to mourn my dead relationships
while i'm there i exchange brief quips with people i wish i saw more but know i won't;
i spend my time ignoring those who try and chat me up at the strangely-innapropriate-yet-ever-present-funeral-wake/bbq;
i view pictures of people i used to know, like ornaments around a coffin at a funeral, and lament the fact that i didn't know them like i wish i would have when i had the chance.
i'd never go to facebook again, except for how proud i am that my mom knows how to use it.
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