You know how people drunk text? (Oh I’ve done that. That’s why I delete an Ex’s number the moment we break up.) But I don’t drink anymore. So I write when I’m filled with emotions. Someone should probably take away my keys. (Is that why they call it a keyboard?) I think I use Facebook wrong. I use it to face my fears. I post to face my facts. Maybe I should’ve kept everything at face value. Doesn’t really matter either way. I thought about the idiom “save face.” Yeah. I’d say it’s time I did that.