facebook is...

what is in a photo? the strangeness of a new fact forced down the throat, choking one. The harshness of reality that i cannot face, 10 years ago and now. an image is all is needed for imprinting of fact, yet it can suffocate. and now i feel i cannot bear it. i have to get away. an empty shell tied to illusion of feelings, no substance but as hot coals under the feet, it singes. where is the hurt, buried underneath it cannot be localised. something isn't right but i need to accept. i need to go. i hate facebook because i cannot live with it for its insecurities and i cant live without it for its knowledge of tales of others. someone help tell me how to delete and NOT deactivate it!