I'm about to delete my Facebook account.

Miraculously enough, after having announced to a mass amount of people that I would be deleting my Facebook account, I become quite twisted as I notice the date. April Fools...hm. Now. I have already considered deleting my account, keeping the promise I made to myself about a week ago. I have been debating the deletion for the past month, as I have seen the retaining of the systematic, habitual destruction of self -I'm still talking about having a profile- to be very inconsistent with my interactions with REAL life. So. On the other hand, I also thought of then creating a new account under an incognito name...Sally Fields, Mother Teresa, something like that...in order to maintain the cycle of debaucherous human existence. But for the sake of what? What good would that serve me? So I have decided to continue on the path of self-righteousness, or stubborness, and delete it. I also told myself that I would have done so an hour and forty minutes ago...and the clock is still ticking. I have good excuses I suppose...Eh. Here goes...feeling a bit edgy...daring? maybe. yes. ok...ah. A breath of air...leads me to feeling...feeling. Like i don't have a facebook account anymore. Not as bad as i thought it would be. Hm. Anywhose. I'm off to bed. Goodnight!