Facebook sucks.

I love Facebook. (Unfortunately too many hurtful events occurred on there for me to truly love it as much as I did, but who knows, it may be my savior one day.) But Facebook has one major flaw. This fucking “People You May Know” feature. Now, I might just be stupid, and not know how to remove it, or at the very least stop it from showing certain pictures…but I think I’ve done a pretty effective job of removing all traces of my ex from my life, and now here comes Facebook, and boom, right on my homepage, under that little section of “People You May Know” is my ex’s face, staring right at me. Now, I don’t necessarily hate her so much I never want to see her face again, but I certainly don’t want to think about all the damn memories that I associate with that face, as of currently. In fact, probably not in a good five years or so, will I truly be able to face her picture.

Her picture that is. I may never be able to ever even stand face to face with her. I’m not scared, nor do I feel bad about anything. It’s just, I honestly don’t want to think about this whole thing again, in any amount of time. Even when I’m older. I know that mature adults continue talking to their ex’s and may even start dating them again, but I don’t believe that’s possible with me and my ex. It’s just a really sour taste that’s been left in my mouth, and I don’t want to think about it anymore. I mean for God’s sake, I can’t even eat Swedish Fish anymore, and got totally pissed at my dad for offering me some recently. Whatever…I don’t know. She said “maybe in 10 years you could stop by and see me” or something like that. But I don’t know what makes her think I’d want to see her after the entire male populace of her friend’s list on Facebook has been with her, or even if thats not the case…see her when I’m probably happily married or dating seriously and in love most likely, but I certainly wouldn’t want to relive the first true pain I’ve felt in my life. It was short, but it was the most hurtful pain I’ve ever felt, in my life. I mean, not unless I ran into her by accident like some horrible sitcom or something, God please don’t let that happen, especially not in a pizza store. That’d just be terrible.