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.