my space

I have succumbed. I gave in. For years I didn't even know what my space was... But now I'm a user. What will my parents say? It wasn't really my fault. A couple girls in my office are hooked. I was curious, there was peer pressure involved..... and now before I even knew what hit me, I'm a my space junky.

It started innocently enough. I wanted to keep in contact with my friends in San Diego. I thought I might even find some friends I haven't talked to in a while. And I did, I found out that a good friend of mine in high school lives over in Berkeley! Another good friend is getting married! So, now I'm hooked on the junk. I'm scared that I'm one quick hit away from full, blown out, addiction. Soon, I'll be breaking into people's home, for my next hit... I'll forget about school, work, I won't even remember who Alex is.

Ah, my space, I love and hate you equally.