Saturday, 22 March 2008
The day I commited suicide
It is Saturday 22nd of March 2008. The day I died. Yes ladies and gentlemen of the jury, this is the day I committed Facebook Suicide.
It took all of 20 seconds, I hit the account button and then hit on de-activate account and then sent the email asking for all my content to be removed.
I lay on the floor gasping my last breath as the mini-feed gently drip, drip, drip, dripped in the background then it was gone, a distant echo and a defining silence, I began to wonder what I would do, my heart raced and my brow wrinkled.
Am I free, is it that easy? If only i could get rid of msn messenger, email, cell phones, computers, and run away to a distant land where I can be at one with nature, the earth and other human beings.
Change needs to happen, London life has trapped me, I feel I can not breath any more.
My job has become a waste and a disappointment, but I feel a fire inside me a designer, ready to become a graphic designer of extraordinary proportions, I know I have the power with in me, I just wish I could let it out.
If you have a cure for procrastination, please let me know, I think it would save my life.
Today things have been turned upside down, something has shifted and I found something else to think about... how it happened I do not know, all I know is that it shifted.
I stop, listen for the drip, drip, drip, it's gone, it is silent.
I am alone.