I have joined Facebook

Well as it says in the tag I've joined Facebook.

It's so weird to have this connection possibility with fragments of my past. I have to be honest, some things that live in the past need to stay there for my own healthy mind to move forward; it seems my metamorphosis towards butterfly is incomplete. What do I mean? Well, we all have ugly moments that we trawl through to help us to grow up, and develop as human beings, which really just fuck us up our fragile little human minds and sit at the back of our sore little throats, bitter pills of blame and regret. Sometimes I've got so many of these pills stuck down my throat, I fear I will choke. Facebook could bring about a savage moment of memory truth - things that are to be forgotten, not jogged awake to the conscious layer.

Am I better human being than when I left these people? There is a sense of urgency alerting me, I am not. I think I'm not and I better hurry up and get better. I'll give it a go but I wonder if I am the only one who cares that they are not ready for the past? Come and get me, and I'll see if I am ready for you.