/clap
It bothers me when I try to make a post on tumblr about how I am feeling at the moment, I immediately get this sense of insignificance and ultimately quit halfway through. That’s my own problem, and I feel like other people suffer through it too. BUT DAMNIT.
I want to be creepy and read about someone else’s life. I have this sick urge to know what’s going on in your life despite the fact that I might have only met you once. Or maybe we went to school together and we really know each other through mutual friends. Or you were always just one of my friends that I would talk to when you were there, but we never really reached a point in our relationship where we could talk about things on a deeper level. Or maybe you are one of my closest friends and time and distance has separated us. I want to know what has been making you tick lately. I want to know your problems and things that have made you happy or sad or angry. I want see your life through your eyes through your words through this screen because despite my earnest wishes to be close to you I cannot be there. You can’t tell me everything in a text messages and let’s face it, phone calls can be awkward. Maybe they’re not awkward to you but they are sometimesinsufferable for me.
And I’m trying to be eloquent by using complete sentences and pretty words but the reality of my plea is that I JUST WANT TO FUCKING BE A STALKER AND READ ABOUT YOUR DAY. BUT DAMNIT. NOBODY DOES THAT ANYMORE. (And maybe you do…but trust me I read it).
~*~*~*~stalker sparkles~*~*~*~*~
