It's only been three days since the deletion of my Facebook, and I feel I'm already having withdrawals.  My friends and I kind of have this ritual that whenever we're at each others house we go on Omegle. Omegle is an anonymous online chatting site.  There is mostly guys either wacking off or asking to see your boobs (don't worry I never do).  But every once in a while we find a really awesome guy who just wants to talk.  I had the pleasure of meeting a fantastic boy named Brett this morning (at about 1:00) and we talked until 6 am this morning.  Usually when I meet someone like this I will either get his number so I can text him or add him on Facebook so I can still talk to him. Unfortunately he lives in a different country so I wouldn't be able to text or call because the prices are sky high.  And I couldn't add him on Facebook because, well, I don't have one.  So I spent all morning depressed, because I was afraid I would never be able to talk to him again. :(  Luckily my friends are always there for me and added him on Facebook and to her Skype so whenever she's over I can talk to him.  And the best thing happened we got his ipod texting number so we can text each other on our ipods.  At first I was really depressed that I didn't have a Facebook, but now I'm alright with it, I am still going to be able to talk to this adorable guy. :)   

    My best friend finally convinced me to get a Facebook when I was in seventh grade.  My mom wasn't totally up for the idea of me having one but she decided she couldn't argue since she was on hers 24/7 as well.  At first I used my Facebook only to play the games, Farmville, Treasure Island, they were addicting and I found myself spending all my free time on the internet doing nothing but playing these games.  Eventually I outgrew these games though, and started to get on to update my status, and load pictures, and of course the "oh so popular" Facebook stalk.  I had my account for two years before I finally realized it was taking over my life, I couldn't go more than a day without going on.  I even caught myself thinking "Oh this would make a good Facebook status I have to remember this."  I was officially addicted to it, and I didn't want to be.  I finally convinced myself to delete my account, and even though I miss being able to log on and see that my life wasn't the only one with problems, I'm glad I finally got rid of it.  I feel more alive, and more willing to do things,  I even started writing again, and of course start a blog which I've been wanting to do for a while now.  Facebook was a great idea, and I'm glad I had one.  It made me closer with many people and even helped start one of my relationships.  I don't regret ever having one, it was just time to move on.