curiosity
A few years ago, I was seeing a guy who had to put everything on the internet... He would tell the world just what we did, how we did it, and even how it felt... I felt that I was always under a microscope... I hated to do anything for fear that his friends would think I was a bad person...
Well, I had enough of that and I left him... And for a while, I followed his livejournal posts... It was interesting to see my name pop up after 3-5 yrs... His life was going okay... It seemed that he still was in the habit of telling the world everything... Now it seems that all of a sudden, his friends don't need to know anything... It has been two months since his last post...
I wonder if he died... For I think only death would keep him off of the computer...
I know that it is none of my business, but I was always taught to keep my friends close but those that hated me should be kept closer... that way I would be able to see the glistening of the knife before it is stabbed into my back...
Well, I had enough of that and I left him... And for a while, I followed his livejournal posts... It was interesting to see my name pop up after 3-5 yrs... His life was going okay... It seemed that he still was in the habit of telling the world everything... Now it seems that all of a sudden, his friends don't need to know anything... It has been two months since his last post...
I wonder if he died... For I think only death would keep him off of the computer...
I know that it is none of my business, but I was always taught to keep my friends close but those that hated me should be kept closer... that way I would be able to see the glistening of the knife before it is stabbed into my back...