Day:2.
Last Login: ??
Mood: Lonely.
Dear Diary,
Dear anyone. Is anyone out there? I feel so alone. Where are you guys? Has anything happened recently? I mean yeah I could watch the news but there doesn't seem to be a cat segment? Or new memes? There is just like....News and stuff. Its so depressing. I miss the light hearted relief of Facebook news. I miss the annoying views of my annoying Facebook friends. I have been talking to the boyfriend more, still trying to figure out his mood. I find myself staring into space...my hands at my side. Just hanging there. They look so sad. I don't know whether the world has continued. I hope so. I hope so.
Day:1.
Last Login: A lifetime ago.
Mood: Gollum
Dear Diary,
Today has been hell. What was happening on Facebook?? All I see when I look around me is people on their phones, staring down laughing at their crotch. I should put that as my status. No Alice! Resist! What was I missing? Was their a new cute dog GIF going around? Did that girl I knew 6 years ago have her baby? WHAT WAS HAPPENING??? The notifications have increased. There is two now. Maybe someone is in trouble and they need help? Yes Alice sure, their first port of call would be to send you a notification on Facebook. Get a grip woman. I need someone to slap me. I have thought of so many funny things today, but there was nobody to hear them. I felt like standing at the front of the bus and announcing one, I don t think people are ready for that yet. My cats didn't appear to be that interested either in what I had to say. I am an interesting person aren't I? YOU like me don't you? DON'T YOU? I need help. My partner will be able to offer some support I'm sure. Before I even started talking about my day he tells me...”I've joined Facebook...why is your eye twitching? Alice?” Why? Why is my eye twitching? If I cant have precious no one can. Is he effing serious? This is it, I cant, I need to know what was happening. I took out my phone, and pressed the app. Somehow, my thumb missed that familiar button. And again. I put the phone down on the table. Clearly a higher power was at work now, a power that needed me to stay off on Facebook. To do something more with my time. This is the moment I decided to take up smoking. No I jest... Well lets see how the rest of the week goes. Gollum needs his rest now.
Day: 1.
Last Login: 15 hours ago.
Mood: Scared.
Dear Diary,
I am at lunch now. Work has kept me pretty distracted so far so that has been good. I am on break now though. Break-times for me would usually consist of me sitting on my phone, reading for the latest status's that I may have missed. But I'm not allowed today. No Alice must stay away from Facebook. So what options does that leave me with? I was going to have to...talk to real people. People that were mere feet away. They could touch me if they wanted to. I decided to try and brave it in the canteen. I gently opened the door and it gave out a loud creak. Faces greeted me. Some had welcoming smiles. In those smiles, was the remnants of their lunch. Their green leafy lunch smiling at me. I stood at the door, unsure how to greet these people. They stared at me. I stared back. My first reaction came. It was a smile. Good. Good reaction Alice. Try and mimic their emotions. Their eyes screamed “ Join us” as their smiles started to dwindle. With great trepidation I clutched my lunch to my chest as I walked to take a seat opposite one of them. They carried on with their lunch, so I started unpacking my sandwich and crisps. This wasn't too bad. They didn't seem to be interacting with each other. Good. This is good. I relaxed and started eating my lunch when suddenly one of them started talking to the others about a particular article they were scrolling, sorry reading through in one of the magazines. “What do you think, Alice?” Shit. What do I say? “ERM...I like this” is all I could manage. It seemed to be an okay answer. Good. Well done Alice, you interacted with someone. Talking to people was difficult. They didn't wear their life on a necklace round their neck. I had no idea how they were feeling or what was going on in their head. How on earth did we manage this without Facebook? I'm scared.
