i read other people's conversations online. i read people's diaries. even when i shouldn't, even when it hurts me and even when it is none of my business. i'm too curious. i think. curious? maybe not curious.

i am crying. reading conversations between lovers is hard, sometimes. it was beautiful - normally i just find it dumb. i want to give them both a hug, because i am sure they deserve each other, and that they deserve to be happy. i have no idea who they are, and i will never find out.

i think i am too tired.

but yeah. i guess i just wish that there was someone who felt like they were dying whenever i was not around. i can't even tell if that was correct english. never mind.