When did that happen?

Facebook serving as society's cure for all psychosis, that is. Like seriously, what the fuck? I have witnessed, nay, been aghast to some of the ridiculous things people post on their pages. Now, I am as open minded as they come and it's your page, do with it whatever you like; but when you're posting things that are on your mind like, "I can't deal with my life anymore. I'm pregnant again for the fourth time...what happens if I go totally insane...what do i do anyone please, I can't do this and I'm serious I can't please help me and I'm not kidding this time." Now imagine that with far worse grammar and punctuation. Really? Pregnant for the fourth time heh? Several of her "what's on your mind" comments that followed were roughly the same nonsensical melodramatic drivvel. Not sure how to spell that...When did Facebook become this therapeutic forum where people bared their souls to the entire world(or the few people who can stand them)? Not only do they unsheath their most helpless, confused, angry thoughts, but others actually buy into it and attempt to console or aid these obscure and ridiculous nonsense laden babbling idiots. I'm sure in a moment of anguish(according to you and your idiocy), you think you feel as though the world exists only to offend and attack so you, in a feat of sheer helplessness, turn to good old technology to get you through your time of need. I am sorry, but posting on Facebook that you are sad does not make me want to reach out to you...cept to punch you in the face. Grow up. If you truly have issues as you claim to have, facebook is not the missing link to your salvation or sanity. Yes, idiots who call themselves your friends will kindly make passing remarks as to your well being: "Oh my goodness, are you ok?" or "Cheer up, God blessed you with what you have for a reason" Wank Wank, capital WANK. First of all, God has nothing to do with facebook. Secondly, if they were truly your friends, they would be doing a little more about your desperate pleas than "poke" you, or post something on your wall. Thirdly, if you had any sense whatsoever, you wouldn't post something seriously affecting you for the world to comment on. No one is interested in your bullshit. When did the world become so interested in the fact that I'm on the rag and this boil on my ass looks like one of the three wise men...the fat one. It didn't, so keep your personal and traumatic details of your meaningless existence to yourself and your therapist. Now before you go drowning your current children and stabbing yourself in the belly, just remember...facebook is fun. Crap fun where we can all spy on each other to compare relationships, experiences, and other shit that really doesn't mean anything. It is designed to keep us all connected(cuz we've gotten too lazy and complacent), and for shameless self promotion. On a site where I can do a quiz about How Horny Am I, I don't feel it quite the venue to allude to suicide. Finally, get some birth control, close your fucking legs, and I shall be deleting you from my formidable list of "friends" cuz you're totally cramping my carefree style you fucking fuck.