Cheating.

I never meant to do it.

I knew it was wrong, but I felt I needed to see what else was out there, that I wasn't missing out. I mean, how can you be sure, if you've never had anything else?

And, it didn't seem a big deal; everyone else was doing it, and liking it. Some had even abandoned the old in favour of the new.

I wanted to see what all of the fuss was about - so I did it.

And it was exciting, at first.

I tried things I'd never tried before, explored places I never knew existed. I saw my friends, but I saw them in a different light, and it was as if we were meeting again, for the first time.

It wasn't perfect; we had nothing in common, but it was all new to me, and it was thrilling.

But soon, the thrill wore off and I could see it for what it was. I realised what I'd done.

I sold my soul to discover what I'd known all along.

I felt dirty. I felt ashamed.

But I knew what I wanted.

I deleted my Facebook account.