Don’t judge me till you know me. Don’t underestimate me when you test me. I’m not going to fail, a valuable lesson has been learned even in defeat, and it’s developing me. I am not afraid of death; I am so scared of not trying. Just God can judge me so that I can leave; either love me or leave me alone. I wish Facebook would alert me when someone has deleted me. I might love it that way. I’m not going to lose, but even in defeat, a valuable lesson has been learned, and it’s growing for me. I’m going to do that the moment I stop having fun with it. I’m so open-minded that maybe my brains will fall out. I used to have a life long ago before Somebody asked me to create a Facebook page. I was formally diagnosed with FOTD (Facebook Obsessive Testing Disorder). I was told I’m beyond treatment, too. Just pray for me. Don’t stop me! And I know that I can play better than you. Ignore me, Poke me, like me, restrict me. The option is yours. I wonder why signing on to Facebook is a part of daily routine? Do I even need to do something more! My brain is broken down into two parts: Right & left. Nothing is left in Right. Nothing in Right in left My BACK isn’t a VOICEMAIL, so say it on my FACE, it’s much more comfortable. I don’t like myself, I’m too mad for myself. Facebook is more of a prison. You spend the entire day looking at the walls and being poked by people you know nothing about. I’m not shy, I’m holding back my gorgeousness, and I’m not bullying you. I don’t have two personalities, separate. I am exactly what I am. I made my name “Benefits” on Facebook, so when you add me, it says, “you’re friends with benefits.” I like my coffee like I like myself: deep, bitter, and too hot. I’m just a cupcake in need of a stud muffin.
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