I hate how social networking makes you crazy. I hate how it makes everyone's personal life so accessible to a point where you develop this cheap thrill in cyber-stalking someone till you can squeeze out as much information as possible. Or maybe the 'evil' part of social networking chooses to target me and me alone. So I scrolled and I scrolled and I scrolled, and I saw what I saw and I broke down. At this point, eyes so puffy from the night of crying, there's this heavy feeling that's brewing inside of me. I just don't want to get hurt again, and what I'm seeing now is what I've seen before, and what happened before didn't end up well. And I just sit here, in tears, hoping for the best, because my heart can't take another smashing. Maybe it's all in my head. Maybe I'm going crazy. Maybe I'm just pathetic. And I guess I'll suffer silently, without you being aware of any of this. I just wish you loved me as much as you loved him. That's all.
Social networking truly will be the death of me.
