An excerpt from my hand-written journal...

"My apologies for being so nosy. In all honesty, I don't really care about what you two went through, but unfortunately...I'm still inclined to find out."

I don't know why I do this. Why I take the time out to feed my curiousity...I think that it's still a faint remnant of what I used to be. I remember saying that the jealousy is a wasted emotion because nothing posititve ever comes of it. I have learned to let my jealous tendencies go and made a conscious effort to think rationally.

But the rationality of all this? Absolutely nothing. I must either be really obessive about something I had absolutely no control over or I'm just bored out of my mind.

I hope it's the second one.