I want to love everything but usually I fail
Sometimes I get the urge to shove all the crazy out of my brain and into you, Internet. I don't know if I want to see what returns or if I just can't keep it all under wraps. There is something seductive and insidious about social media networking. It borders on obsession, but only in the very short term. Minutes. I want you to accept me, Internet, for who I am.