balloon.

I feel bloated.A balloon.eew!And there's something wrong with me,I just won't burst.I remember I enjoyed bursting swollen balloons,I still do though.But that,however,is another matter.I have a tendency to digress.My problem is entirely different.I have a sudden urge to write but on what,I do not know.Maybe this is because I know I should be studying English now and not sitting and chewing my brain over nothing.Oh...I noticed,I'm sure everybody already has,that people sound different when they write,like somebody else.This ofcourse is not strange considering the number of times we have to become someone else in the day.I,for one,annoyingly,am so involved with my pretentious self that I have started believing that I am that "someone else" and for all I know it might be true...but that's where the problem lies,I DON'T KNOW.
Facebook tells me everything is perfect in my life.I am already what I want to be(I must admit this is confusing.)so if everything is perfect,what is wrong?I don't enjoy these petty facebook jokes.
I am leaving.facebook kills.
somebody please burst the ballooooooooooon.
*PoP*