May 9, 2003.

the world is pixels.

the internet is ruining my life. i see this, but i don't know how to stop it.

wasting my emotions on people i don't know, and will probably never know. wanting their lives yet not knowing what their lives really are at all: i only know what these pixels forming words tell me.

loading and reloading livejournal multiple times to read little that inspires, feeling envious, knowing i shouldn't but two minutes later reloading anyway.

why should i care. there is no rationality to this. she didn't even go to university: i don't really want her life after all.

i feel drained.

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