FaceLess: Week One

God. Oh God. Why did I do it? What was I thinking? What the hell was in that rum and diet coke.

I deleted my Facebook page. Ok, I didn't delete it. I deactivated it. Typed in the little reason why box "I need a break. It's not you it's me." And now, when I wake up in the morning and my fingers itch to type my username and password, the two series of numbers and letters I can type faster than any other in the world, I type in the website of my hometown newspaper instead and read about the crazed church goers scheme to vote out a hated politician, or read about the sports teams current loss over another school.

Ugh. I want to look at his profile. I won't. I can't. Ugh.