I should know better by now than to do things like this. I set myself up for it every time. Some part of me knows that the feeling that I’m left with will slowly eat away at me until I find something to start the process over again. Sometimes there a gap of days in-between where my mind is clear. Still, it’s a never ending cycle. It starts in the pit of my stomach and works its way up towards my heart. Which is left racing leaving an aching feeling after. It’s the small things that get to me. Finding out something someone said. Reading something that I know I shouldn’t. Talking to people who are only going to hurt me. I’ve been doing this for as long as I can remember. My curiosity always gets the best of me.