Funny. I left MySpace for dead, and out of principle refuse to go back there. Xanga was a fleeting moment of my freshman year. Facebook is my main link to all that is social, but I've left myself far too vulnerable to judgmental and unforgiving eyes there. Aside from resorting to LiveJournal, I'm left to my dA. The last place I would've thought I would end up ranting. The one place I have left free from eyes. Her eyes. Her haunting eyes. The eyes that, for all my knowledge, have not once looked for me in the recesses of her subconcious. Or for all I know, desperately see me everywhere she goes. My bet is on the former.
Why am I so critical o