It's a love-hate relationship

Pretty photos you want your whole world to see versus photos/captions that directly/indirectly break you into a million pieces.

All that's left of nice words is just the good will, the other aspects are pretty superficial in all honesty.

The gratification cannot compensate the agony of learning unhappy things that should long be nothing to me anymore; and it doesn't make sense to put myself through this.

It's better for me to leave, till I'm more level-headed. That's the only thing I can do to help myself now.