facebook camp
sitting on facebook like a fat kid waiting for the lunch bell to ring, just so you can hit that person you like and hope they reply before they poop themselves.
I’ve been on Facebook for three hours. Still no message from her. I’m gonna die.
I’m not on Facebook. I’m on Facebook camp. It’s a camp for my soul.
I’ve stared at his profile for so long, my eyes are bleeding. He’s gonna message me eventually.