We pick up right where we left off

like we never missed a thing.

That's not true now, isn't it?

Every now and then people give me reason to doubt myself. I'd brush it off if I could, but somehow I choose to believe that there's some truth to it. Maybe deep down, I want to believe.

That's when they win, when they unconsciously manage to bring me down.

And that's when I lose, the faith in people that never did disappoint.

All because I choose to remember what hurts the most.

Here's some stuff that REALLY matters.

Facebook really knows how to bring you down sometimes. I felt like a total failure because I've not uploaded any pictures lately (oh her life is not very eventful, hence I WIN!!!).

A lot of people started uploading pictures of what they did for valentine's day. If you celebrated, you uploaded shit. If you didn't, you're either single or just half a pathetic couple.

What is with this constant obsession of telling the world about everything that we do?

Sure events of monumental significance (my graduation, the birth of my bastard child, my new set of jugs) are worth documenting and published on Facebook.

But I don't see how telling the Facebook community how pretty you look with your well angulated self shots 167 times over does anything. I may have mentioned this before but hey, a point needs to be emphasized over a few entries to really hit it.

I wouldn't say I'm not guilty of things like that. At least I don't overdo it. So thank me for not telling you my armpits stink or that my new sanitary pads are REALLY good at absorbing blood.