I got my Facebook account in seventh grade. It was a huge deal and I remember feeling so cool -- I had a Facebook! Four years later Facebook has lost its sparkle.
What snapped? I don't know. What I do know is that my mouse clicked the "deactivate" button, and for a moment I thought I'd finally mustered up the courage to delete my pixelated existence forever.
About eight weeks ago I had one of the roughest breakups I thought I would ever have to go through. Tears were shed, memories felt lost, and I felt so lonely. The worst part? Clicking deactivate.
"Hello. My name is Abby. I enjoy writing, dancing and riding my bike. My favorite books are Lolita and White Noise. I'm an infamous regular at Coffee ...