Today I woke up feeling confident, Unafraid. Sure. Mastered. Free. Until my imaginary world I created caused me the same pain its caused me since the first time I used it- Internet. Facebook. This very "one page per day" bullshit. I hate the internet. I'm addicted to it and I don't know how to stop. I have a one year old son and all I want to do is stop thinking about status updates and friends requests and Sorority Life. Imaginary life with imaginary money, imaginary everything- even me. Its ruined me and I'm realizing more and more that the person that I portray everyday isn't who I really am. I am an empty vessel and I don't know how to expand myself into the vastness of the world. My sexual fantasies, my friendships, and relationships of any kind... fake. Facebook has trained me to broadcast my every emotions, my deepest, darkest, most heartfelt emotions on display for all the social networking world to see. I feel ashamed, dirty and most of all, most damaging and so far most sickening- I feel fake, I feel empty, I feel like nobody, nothing. From here on out, even if I don't leave the internet I will move towards making a difference. I may not move out of Facebook and the internet completely, its the curse of my generation, born into the plague that is impersonal relationships and hollow, voiceless souls. I hope no one reads this, and I hope no one remembers me because of the internet, my pictures, my applications, my "friends". I hate my life on the net, I hate who I am, who I've become because of it and for it, but I want to change and I believe that is the first step to recovery. I love me, I just don't love the parts of me that have become dehumanized and disconnected from the literal, the tangible.