Its curiousity, I guess, that drives me to read about people's lives.
Scrolling through their photographs, reading about their weekends, their ups and downs- provides me with some insight as to that someone, who would otherwise be a total stranger.
I'm probably not alone..
But its only in recent times, that I begin to think that I do this too much for my own good.
Cos it seems like everyone has such perfect little lives, perfect boyfriends, they party every night, go for magnificent and lovely dinners (that would probably blow a hole in my pocket for months)..
They wear the most beautiful and expensive clothes, some of them are models, some of them are pageant queens.. Of course, not all of them are like that, but I guess there's always something that I envy about them.
Maybe reading about their lives gives me a benchmark to judge my life, and myself.
I should really stop comparing..
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