Social media backlash

I have never hated Twitter, facebook and blogging until now. Whenever I feel like I need to let something out but do not want someone to know and judge me, I have nowhere to go. This leads me to bottling everything up and we all know what will happen when you try to blow too much air into a balloon.

Then write a diary! you might say.

The thing is I have grown so dependent on the keyboard then whenever I hold a pen above an empty page, my mind stops working and I don't know where to begin.

I need someone to let out my emotions to, someone to cry to. But sadly for my poor soul, I have yet to find that willing someone.

I thought you have a boyfriend?! you might say.

The answer to that will be that I'm a fucking asshole who still find it unreasonable to be sharing my woes with someone else, because only I should be unhappy and I shouldn't make anyone else less happy. Sometimes I want to say things, but I end up not saying anything at all, which makes things worse because I get all pissy and I flare up over nothing.

Then you are a retard! you might say.

I also say.