PTFBD

I have Post Traumatic Facebook Disorder. This occurs when you get on face book and remember how fucked up your life was, and why none of these people bothered to call you for twenty something years. I wonder how many suicides have been connected to this insidious device.

I can see the note now, "Turns out I really do suck" "Thanks for not inviting me to the reunion ...." Its pretty wild actually. I wonder how it plays out in terms of pricks and such. Have the pricks of old evolved into a kinder gentler penis? Or are they just old Pricks?

I admit to mostly fond memories and forlorn disappointments in my pathetic high school football career watch unfortunately serves as a litmus test for me existence (SCAAAARRRY).

I confess to nothing. I remember being mostly uncool, in an over exuberant attempt to be cool. Generally speaking ..... I sucked. I was funny enough to be amusing, but unfunny enough to be viewed as obnoxious. I did try to swim or fly or whatever awkward shit teenagers do to fit in, and I did it all without the use of marijuana; and with the mildly debilitating qualities of Panic Attacks with night time on set, and some actual PTSD. Fortunately I was barely humorous enough to myself to keep the joke that was me afloat.

Where was I..... Aaaah yes facebook. I guess "serial killers paradise dot com" was taken. I know I sound bitter. Resentful of all the other who's. Not so. I adored the other who's, and even longed to be one. OK it really wasn't that important to me, I just wanted to get laid. Still those whose with their ..... all blinging and blanging.... and clinging and clanging.... Made the old Grinch (oooh this is good) green with envy. Get it green? Grinch? Envy???? Just me? OK my bad.....

thats all I got. sleep well.