3:46 PM
I logged on to Facebook today and a friend request popped up. I clicked the little red square and my friend Ariana's profile popped up. Without hesitation I accepted. I texted her and asked her why she decided to make a new profile. She put it like this: I have over a thousand friends on my current profile and I don't know a third of them; why am I sharing my life with them.
This flipped a switch for me. I remember being so involved in high school; going to Buckeye Girls State, HOBY, and yearbook camp and literally adding everyone I met. Not knowing how many friends I racked up over the last 7 years, I went and glanced at my friends list.
1,142
ONE THOUSAND, ONE HUNDRED AND FORTY TWO FRIENDS
I've been going through a slight hiccup in my life. Over the last months I lost myself and spent too much time investing in others. And although I'm bitter, I'm more hurt. And just like Ariana, I dawned on me; these people don't know me. Yeah, they might have met me, but they don't know me. They don't know my feelings, or emotions, or the things that I really love. They don't care, which is fine because I don't care for them either.
Today was the day that I deleted 412 people off my Facebook. I want to start finding myself again. And although Facebook is a superficial platform, for me anyway, those 412 people needed to go.
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