a sad facebook story

there was a girl who so loved a boy, that she knew a way to catch his eye would be to be facebookless.  every time he would ask her do you have a facebook? she would say no.

and then one day, he so persuaded her by the publishing of her art, as his profile, that compelled, she felt he might join, if only he might be her friend.  and then shortly thereafter so many followed. she then met an actual boy, in human form, she loved with all her might.  he loved her back for thirty days and nights.
then he said, lets be facebook friends, and she knew it was the end.

and through a lonely facebook stroll, she would see his face, and pain would grip her throat.  not happiness, no indeed, it was something worse.

he left her for another more fair, who today confirmed me.

but then i facebook suicided.

i killed my facebook long ago in 2008.  so this temporary incarnation february to april 2011 was but  temporary instillation, for temporary friends, who i wished for actual friendship with.  and i was running around the world trying to prove to someone, that i am worth it.  but they cant find me there.
because i dont exist.
and they could email me if they really cared
maryeng1@gmail.com
i am too empty for all of this

the economy of industrialized digital friendship . . .
and how i particularly feel richer in friends and delusions . . .
this suicide around

and every time i might check it, not more than 5 or 6 times.  it seemed that i wondered was it despair that drove them there.  as despair was the only thing that would push me to the point, of checking on something so painful.