I don’t want to be writing this. I don’t know why I am. I just posted a day or two ago. I’m just…feeling compelled to write.
Fuck. This is what I was afraid of. I manage to break away for about a week or two, and then I’m suddenly back again and I can’t pull away. I’m on an archive binge, catching back up with everything. So many new blogs. So much to catch up on. I’m getting pulled back in. I just can’t stop.
Dammit, it’s like drugs, only in text form. And the worst part is, I know I’m getting addicted, and I just have to sit back and helplessly watch.
Fuck. My finger’s been on the “close window” button about five times now. Or on the mouse, which is on the button, but…oh, you get the picture. About five fucking times. And I just can’t bring myself to fucking close it. I know I’m going to submit this, even though I don’t want to.
Oh, God, I’m breaking down, aren’t I? I’m trying to take my own advice, but I can’t even follow it. Help, someone? Anyone? Fuck, just let me know you’re there. I know that I’ve been simultaneously distrustful and untrustworthy and that no one’s going to want to listen to me, but…I just need to know that I’m not alone. I know I don’t get a ton of readers, but I do get some. Would you guys mind saying it for me?