a couple weeks ago, i deleted the Facebook app off of my phone.
i did it because it was becoming a bad habit to check it all the time. i realized that it’s mostly a waste of time. plus, the stuff that was on my feed was annoying me. i had pretty much hid all of my “friends” besides the real ones and family. i couldn’t handle the fakeness and the garbage and the hate spewing from people that i was supposedly friends with. i even unfriended some. i also noticed the amount of time i would spend reading dumb articles or worse, the comments of dumb articles. why? WHY? no real reason came to mind.
i realize that i don’t need it. so i deleted it. (btw, i decided to keep my Facebook because i have a lot of pics on there but haven’t even checked it on my laptop.)
i didn’t know how i would react. but i’ve been pleasantly surprised. i don’t miss it. i only notice it when someone says they saw something on Facebook. otherwise, i don’t even think about it. i’ve had that thing from the beginning, when it was still called The Facebook. it was fun back then, hidden away from the real world. i didn’t notice people being mean to each other or sharing racist/disrespectful/inappropriate/private things. it was just a way to keep in touch with your actual friends. it’s not that anymore. so goodbye for now.
i’m still keeping my instagram and twitter. instagram feels like a safe space for some reason. it’s more simple and fun. and twitter is just random and strange. there’s no pressure.
i don’t think i’ll regret this decision. it’s already brought me some peace. i guess you could say that Facebook is what you make it by who you follow and all that. but this is easier. just cut it out… i don’t know how long we’ll be on a break. maybe i’ll accept it back one day. or maybe i’ll just log in one day, save my pictures, and peace out.