That Old Facebookian Rag

There is that old Facebook anxiety. My account has only be reactivated for a few minutes but already I’m slightly sick thinking of how much of my personal life should I give away, who I should friend request, is my picture kind of basic. That old Facebook anxiety feels like eating too much junk food. It turns a stomach. But I’m back to try and form a healthier relationship with the service and use it as a tool to specifically share my writing with the world. Nothing more than that. Continue reading “That Old Facebookian Rag”

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