I have come to a disturbing, yet not-so-disturbing-since-I-saw-it-coming, discovery: I live on the internet.

Remember the times when there weren't computers? And people were skinny because they didn't sit on their fat asses all day in front of them? Do you remember the times when you didn't have to get home to check your email? Those times when you actually needed to go the library and do research for school projects? Yes? Well, I don't.

I've become a hermit in my room. And the only times I leave my room are when I need to use the bathroom or you know, eat. But even food has taken the backburner to my escapades on the world wide web; not even interesting escapades, as a matter of fact.

Nobody believes me when I say that I need mental help; This kind of anti-social behaviour is not acceptable.

Or maybe people do believe me and don't say anything because they know that they'll just be pushing me further into the depths of my twisted, OCD-bordering mind...But then again, I don't make even close to the amount of money a pyschiatrist would cost...

At least I recognize that I have a problem...that's one step to a healthy lifestyle, no?

:: Emily 7:43 PM [+] ::