I have a very powerful reason why almost no writing on the blog. Facebook think he's stealing the muse, creativity, time and privacy. I suffer from an addiction rampant so far. Without realizing it, I've become an inveterate gossip hungry for picking the lives of others, capable of dawn outside reviewing photos and comments: "you're beautiful, I love you I love you, you are adorable ..." never seen so much cloying together by a rogue photograph a stranger. It's sort of intruder or virus worm that lives in you stay 24 hours and says: What's new on Facebook?
The question lends itself to envious people hate that hanging the pictures where sales more ugly or old pictures you wanted to disappear but could not. I definitely think they do for purely morbid and destructive, with the fixed intention of diminishing your self-esteem, and this is how you appear with your mouth open, eyes closed, an African or relentless tomuza not stop even the best anti frizz, not nothing else to tell you: Swallow me earth, and place a comment saying: "lol, that makes me laugh," or even hypocritical; "How beautiful these days, remember is to live ..." and inside: Where *(/%$· W # @ € did that photo as demeaning foquels Model?
Site "socializing? On the contrary, I'm that I do not want to talk to anybody, I do not want to tease me when I'm blessed with this hobby. I'm so enthralled that I feel that people are not there and nobody has a face or voice. I do not listen, I see, I feel ... I'm trapped, Auxilioooo! !
There's a part I do not understand. Who me? "enemies of life want to be your friend on Facebook, and the street you pass through the side and not look at you or greet you, but you insist three and four times to be your friend. "Double Life? "Bipolarity? Go to a psychologist unhappy.
Every morning I open the mail and over 60 emails saying, Mariela sent you a message, Andrea gave you a hint (upaaaa, like candles), Raul left you a video, you left a chocolate Marlin, Steven commented on your picture ... Oh no more spam! tell the time, but after a while start to see where I have and so spend hours.
What calms me a bit is that I am not alone in this mess. Claudio Nazoa anda also disturbed. "I'm traumatized. I have a fear of the computer even when turned off. On your screen, I see thousands of friends poking their heads and his hands, trying to touch me, begging me to accept them. " I have the same symptoms, I feel persecuted, harassed by a horde of fans and strangers who claim to know me in my life I desgraciadísima I have encountered.
Al pana Francisco Granados (the lucky "Hugh Hefner Venezuela" that accepts the moms of Urbe Bikini ) I'm doing the competition said he wanted to have a million friends, I am content with having a thousand friends and taking advantage effect of currency conversion (from Bs to BSF) get a million easy. Now I bought a Blackberry and I'm more automaton, hyperkinetic and fiebrúo than ever. The moat around which I speak when I have it in my hands is more, I warn you not waste your time. I say hello, do not tell me anything, I assure you more to try, will not be heard. Ignórenme better.
From all this what I enjoy most is to continue longing and found my friends from childhood and youth, those that make you relive the nostalgia of those days and the innocence of adventures full of joy. Friends forever. I wish I
this behavior tecnoestúpida quick pass back to being me and keep giving me hard on my chronicles of life itself.
sorry. I'll be back, got a fun wall my wall.
The question lends itself to envious people hate that hanging the pictures where sales more ugly or old pictures you wanted to disappear but could not. I definitely think they do for purely morbid and destructive, with the fixed intention of diminishing your self-esteem, and this is how you appear with your mouth open, eyes closed, an African or relentless tomuza not stop even the best anti frizz, not nothing else to tell you: Swallow me earth, and place a comment saying: "lol, that makes me laugh," or even hypocritical; "How beautiful these days, remember is to live ..." and inside: Where *(/%$· W # @ € did that photo as demeaning foquels Model?
Site "socializing? On the contrary, I'm that I do not want to talk to anybody, I do not want to tease me when I'm blessed with this hobby. I'm so enthralled that I feel that people are not there and nobody has a face or voice. I do not listen, I see, I feel ... I'm trapped, Auxilioooo! !
There's a part I do not understand. Who me? "enemies of life want to be your friend on Facebook, and the street you pass through the side and not look at you or greet you, but you insist three and four times to be your friend. "Double Life? "Bipolarity? Go to a psychologist unhappy.
Every morning I open the mail and over 60 emails saying, Mariela sent you a message, Andrea gave you a hint (upaaaa, like candles), Raul left you a video, you left a chocolate Marlin, Steven commented on your picture ... Oh no more spam! tell the time, but after a while start to see where I have and so spend hours.
What calms me a bit is that I am not alone in this mess. Claudio Nazoa anda also disturbed. "I'm traumatized. I have a fear of the computer even when turned off. On your screen, I see thousands of friends poking their heads and his hands, trying to touch me, begging me to accept them. " I have the same symptoms, I feel persecuted, harassed by a horde of fans and strangers who claim to know me in my life I desgraciadísima I have encountered.
Al pana Francisco Granados (the lucky "Hugh Hefner Venezuela" that accepts the moms of Urbe Bikini ) I'm doing the competition said he wanted to have a million friends, I am content with having a thousand friends and taking advantage effect of currency conversion (from Bs to BSF) get a million easy. Now I bought a Blackberry and I'm more automaton, hyperkinetic and fiebrúo than ever. The moat around which I speak when I have it in my hands is more, I warn you not waste your time. I say hello, do not tell me anything, I assure you more to try, will not be heard. Ignórenme better.
From all this what I enjoy most is to continue longing and found my friends from childhood and youth, those that make you relive the nostalgia of those days and the innocence of adventures full of joy. Friends forever. I wish I
this behavior tecnoestúpida quick pass back to being me and keep giving me hard on my chronicles of life itself.
sorry. I'll be back, got a fun wall my wall.
