Of what you may be asking... drugs? alcohol? sex? cleanliness? the Internet?
Bingo! The Internet! Well, more specifically fan fiction. totally lame I suppose, but true. Then again I'm an incredibly lame person. Addicted to escaping the world through fan fiction, ruining my life over it and not knowing just where to get support. I'm that normal person you see on a bus, the subway, highway, that non-descript coffee shop you go to for your cheap caffeine boost before work (almost never the trendy Starbucks), at the mall with a friend searching for the perfect gift so my mother won't have anything to complain about this year(dad gets a home depot gift card like every year), or just that random person you suddenly felt the urge to poor all your secrets to(you do not know how many times that has happened to me, seriously). Truth is I really could be anyone, fighting and losing themselves saying just one more chapter does it really matter if I'm 2 minutes late to class/work/home/party which one more chapter turns into just this story, which turns into 'til i finish all the tabs open until I've missed out on the whole event i was going to...
I feel like I've always been a little depressed and unfortunately I hide it very well, yet sometimes I wish someone in my life would notice... just how hard it is to live life when you're constantly thinking about the next time I'm getting on a computer to read that next chapter...