I am in love with my stalker

I liked me better when I was an alcoholic. I was skinnier and happier and I had more friends. Now I'm just lonely.

From SecretTweet: it's like a text-based real-time Postsecret, but you don't need Photoshop to play. Here's another:

I work at a group home for a disabled elderly christian couple, and sometimes I draw syrup pentagrams on their pancakes just for fun.

Here's a third:

I date new people mainly to rifle through their medicine cabinets.

And a fourth:

When I see I have a text, my heart begins to hope it's a friend who wants to see how I'm doing. But it never is. It's just twitter.

Oh. It's fun for about five tweets, then you realise how unhappy a lot of people are; and they don't even have Photoshop skills. And they let strangers comment on their unhappiness.

Heaven knows, I'm miserable now.