Everyone has an obsession, alcohol, razors, food. For me, its other people, it’s not that I judge people; I just like knowing insignificant facts about other people, complete strangers. So you can stamp me as a Facebook stalker, you’re local grocery store creeper. I’ll be eavesdropping on your cell phone conversation and sometimes when I’m in an ideal spot, I’ll look at what your texting. Big Brother is always watching, but he is a teenage girl and blends in completely with the surroundings.

I don’t know why I’m here, on this site. Fresh start maybe. I couldn’t stand my facebook anymore, because I knew everyone on there. There was no candidness left in anything I said. Every word on there is so filtered in favor of the people who will read it, that it made me sick. Sometimes, I can’t do anything but sit here and talk to myself. I’ll just be sitting here and before I know it, my spare time is gone. I can never get anything done, but I’m really good at making myself feel worse.