I am the eye in the sky,
Looking at you–
I can read your mind;
I am the maker of rules,
Dealing with fools–
I can cheat you blind.
But I don’t need to see any more to know that
I can read your mind…
– Eric Woolfson, The Alan Parsons Project
Dear Facebook,
It's not you, it's me. I need to figure things out. Like how you are sucking all my time and how you're making me into someone I am not. Like how you make me hate myself as I skim through posts and pictures of my so-called "friends". God, their lives are so perfect! Why is my life not as perfect as theirs?
