I am obsessive. I used to log in and watch. Watching the words, the images, the updates even though there are none, scrolling up and down. Hours gone by just like that, glued on to a certain page. It made me feel sick but at the same time satisfied, waiting for the next fix. It became a routine. A disorder. Obsessive compulsive. A freak. A weirdo. An illness.

Until I deleted it. Please don’t let me be that again, for I am weak.