I keep looking through their page, I don't understand why I keep doing this. I shouldn't be doing this. And yet I still do it because for some reason I want to know what's happening in their life. Or so I tell myself. Ugh I'm irritated with myself...
I shouldn't write during the night, I tend to say too much. I start writing about specific things that should stay in the past...and yet I still want to write about it even though I know i'm going to regret it in the morning...ugh, it's like I have two different personalities. One side is all yes for it and the other is a bloody disaster....
