the hardest part of the day is not reading twitter.
i keep trying to tell myself that it's better not to, that i don't need to know, that what I don't know can't hurt me.

but what i make up in my head can. And what I make up is far worse sometimes. Or maybe i'm just trying to rationalize so that I feel okay about doing it.

I promised Brian I would stop. So i've been fighting really hard to stop. But should that promise even matter now?