I will continue blogging until I feel better.

My life sucks. My boyfriend broke up with me. I looked at his Facebook and found out he’s cheating on me with another girl from his photos. I mean she’s not even that pretty. If she was pretty, I would understand, but she’s not. I am so mad. How could he do this to me? My life is ending. He was everything to me. My life is nothing without him. I think I want him back. Now, he’s being a jerk. I can’t stand this. I’m ending it. My life sucks.

I will continue blogging about this until all of my friends understand me. I will post my complaints about my life on Facebook and Twitter just so everyone understands how much my life sucks. I have so much homework, but I never have enough time to do it. It’s probably because I’m constantly checking my Facebook and Twitter to see if the world cares about my problems. My issues are far superior to everybody else’s problems. I will tweet every three minutes because people are so interested in my life that they need to know what I’m doing every time I do something. I need to reach 1,000 tweets and get 500 followers; otherwise I won’t be popular enough. You know what I just realized? I haven’t talked to my best friends in months. I wonder why? I tried texting them the other day. I didn’t get a response. They must hate me. Now let me go tweet about it.

I got a call the other day from one of my friends. She told me that I had changed. I let social networking and technology control my life. She told me that we couldn’t be friends anymore because she couldn’t talk to me like we used to. She said I was self-centered and I was incapable of thinking of other people and trying to improve problems that are bigger than my complaints. She told me I was making myself look like a bipolar idiot. She told me to say something positive or don’t say anything at all. Let’s just say that after that, we aren’t friends. So I went to tweet and post about my friendless life. Gosh. My life sucks.