Whole again

I never thought you could actually sell your soul. A soul is an imaginary thing which cannot be handed over. Sadly once upon a time I did just that which I thought to be impossible, just like that. The wicked witch to my fairytale was called Facebook. She kept my soul captive in a little database jar for years. One day the little soul of mine decided to break free, but the wicked witch had put up a hardcore challenge for this to be done. Deleting the account was not as easy as it should or at least could be. After struggling for a while, drastic measures was being used to solve the riddle; reading the Internet for "how-to"'s. Finally the soul broke free and joined my body again. I hope to live happily from now on.