Work is crazy busy right now, and if I'm ever caught on these sites, I'll probably be told off. But the net is my escape right now. Although it hands its fistful of frustrations and problems of it's own, but it makes the time speed on by, and I now only have 3 1/2 hours to go!!!!
I'm still trying to reactivate my Facebook. I tried the process of creating a new one, but that just caused a panic attack and I stopped with that. I want my old one back so bad and I don't know why its effecting me. I feel like the "Odd one out " not having a Facebook and not having what everybody else has in common. Why can't I just be satisfied with what I have? Why do I care about Facebook? It's not the end of the world! People I have on there, I mean, I can't seriously call all of them my "Friends." Half of them I don't even know! So why am I feeling like this over what should be a really stupid issue?
I think I'm just going to invest in a laptop and slowly perhaps create a new account. I don't want to go through this process again, but what other choices do I have? It's not likely Facebook will respond to me anytime soon. They don't seem to really care and send the most stupid "Support" emails. Gargh!!!! I'm frustrated, upset, tired, and just want to go home already!!!! Why me? Why now?
I've been reading a lot of books lately, to try and keep my mind busy and away from the whole Facebook mess. I've read 3 books already this month. The first one I read was a book called "Damaged" by Cathy Glass. Wow! Amazing true story of a foster carer and an 8 year old little girl who was put through so much abuse and cruelty. It's a really good book. Then, I read "Not Without My Sisters"... this book is based upon 3 sisters who grew up within the "Children Of God" cult. Again, this book depicts these girls going through some really rought times. They grew to become amazing people. And now I just finnished the Jodie Sweeten book. She was the middle child off of Full House and later in her teen years came to battle crystal meth addiction and some others. Her story was amazing. Now why is it with the things that have gone on in my life, am I unable to change it for the better? Why do I have to mope around within the doubts, and depressions that get me nowwhere?