I wonder what would happen if I just vanished off the face of the Internet. Gone, without a trace. No goodbyes. Nothing. I& #39;m obviously not gonna do it-- I& #39;ve met so many great people here-- but the thought intrigues me.

I& #39;m intrigued because I wonder how many people would really worry; how many people I know that would go out of their way to find me. And, at the same time, I& #39;d find out how many would care if I just disappeared.

I don& #39;t even know why I& #39;m saying this. I don& #39;t know why I& #39;m like this. Why do I have these weird lows, but, simultaneously, why do I like having them? Is it wrong to like this? I feel like this is the only time when I am actually, truly, honestly myself, and I hate every second.

Is it wrong to be yourself, even if it brings out the worst in you?

I just don& #39;t know what to feel right now. Maybe I& #39;ll have an answer by morning in eight& #39;ish hours or so.
Sorry for wasting your time, everyone, go back to Twittering.
( Unless you just ignored this thread altogether and kept twittering regardless. )