Dear Facebook,

This is a really hard letter for me to write, but I just have to do it with the frankness and honesty you deserve. At first, I resisted you. The last thing I needed in my life was another entity that took my time and energy and gave nothing in return. Admittedly, I was a bit afraid to make myself vulnerable to you. There, I said it. But one day, after a few too many iced green teas and some prodding from my classmates (you’re huge with people in any sort of school, from middle to medical) I reluctantly gave you a chance. What can I say, under my gruff exterior I’m a believer. The first few days with you were nice. We spent some time together, had some fun, normal blissful beginning stuff. But then shit started to get weird. I’m no prude, but you’re into some freaky shit. What the fuck is a zombie request? Why do I keep getting gifted with pet eggs that turn into purple monkeys and how do you know what my birthday means? Who cares which 90210 character I am most like? Who the fuck wants to take a movie quiz? And I totally like it rough, but the poking thing is just annoying. Truth be told, I’m just not that into you. I guess even though I’ve been abused and mistreated, some portion of my confused heart will always belong to Myspace. Love is a crazy unpredictable thing…

But we can totally still be friends.

xo,
Yasi

ps “Yasi changed her profile pic” is so not a story.