The Answer's Always Maybe

Every time I see a cool status, I want to reblog it to show all myfollowers friends that aren’t following friends with the person who has the cool status. But I can’t. Because it’s facebook.

Sometimes I remember a status that I liked once of a movie quote, but I can’t remember it quite correctly, so I try to search into my likes to find the status. But I can’t. Because it’s facebook. 

Sometimes I want to speak my mind. But I can’t. Because it’s facebook. 

Sometimes I want to write more than three sentences of what I’m feeling right now. But I can’t. Because it’s facebook.

Sometimes I want to tell that bitch off anonymously. But I can’t. Because it’s facebook.

Sometimes I want to post pictures and have people actually look at them and notice their existence. But I can’t. Because it’s facebook.

I always want to avoid chatting with that creep from down the road, but I can’t. Because he’s on facebook.

I’d like it if people didn’t see me as mentally disabled when I comment on something with the word ‘this.’ But that can’t happen. Because it’s facebook.

I’d enjoy the luxury of not having notifications up the ass because one of my friends is commenting a status I happened to like. But I can’t. Because it’s facebook.

I’d like to escape my friends. But I can’t. Because it’s facebook.

And lastly, I like to enjoy being on the internet surrounded by people I’d love to go to school with. But alas, that only happens on Tumblr. And never facebook.