I'm a little masochistic.

But really, who isn't? Do you mean to tell me you've never subjected yourself to the pains of the heart, in spite of all logic, all reason, all rationality of your human mind that is supposed to overpower the animal instinct? Have you never tortured yourself, spinning false memories and pining for someone to return your love? Did you wish, desperately, that they might throw some hint your way, to show that they cared just as much as you did?

Have you zoned in on facebook, day after day, perusing as the seconds, minutes, hours go by, mentally locking in each update?

Uhhh, yeah, I'm stalking.
I can't seem to stop.

And I know it. I know perfectly well that I'm doing it to myself. The same way I'm the one who's scaring myself when my friends want to watch a horror film, or when I'm alone in the dark and I know damn well that there's nothing there with me, but my mind won't stop freaking out. I'm doing it to myself.

But I'm not the only one. We all do it. Why do we do it?