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Monday, March 05, 2007
Torture


Maybe I enjoy torturing oneself. Maybe it's the videos. The fanfics. The obsession. I cannot bring myself to turn the pages. It's an unhealthy obsession. I need to stop. I MUST stop. But I can't stop. Can't tear my eyes away. I'm writing on paper and all that's on my mind is getting home and turning it on. Ahhh bliss. I'm writing on paper and all I can think about is what I've just read. Grinning to myself as if it's one big game.

This needs to stop. But I can't. The force is pulling me like a magnet that's too strong to resist. I have a paper tomorrow and all I can think about is how I'm going to cheat and spend the rest of my free time reading. What a life I tell you.

What a life.


7:17 AM