Everyone’s life looks so damn perfect on Facebook. This morning I woke up wishing there was a site called Heartbook. A site where we don’t pretend to be anything other than our gloriously boring selves. A site where we post our worst photos beside status updates that say, “This day. Hurts. So much.” Most of my life would make a terrible poem. I rarely say anything in a tone that warrants an exclamation point, but damn if I don’t explanation point the hell out of Facebook. Oh, to be that sustainably energetic!!!! Oh, to be that unflinchingly joyous!!!