and then couldn't bring myself to go on again for over two weeks.
Every bulletin they post, every time I see their profile, every time I check how far down I have moved on their top friends, every new photo, every detail of their life that I am missing, each of these things are like a kick in the stomach and I feel so sick I could throw up.
Why do I still go on MySpace? I don't even know, anymore.
I loved it.
But now it's just another turning of the knife jammed permanently inside of me.