Stalk-holm syndrome
(08/29/13 9:27am)
This past summer I did something that no self-respecting, college-aged female should ever do: I looked at an old crush’s Facebook page. You’d think conventional wisdom would tell me that this was about as good of an idea as getting my name tattooed on my neck in Comic Sans font. But alas, somehow I managed to convince myself that at that very moment the best thing for my emotional stability was to lurk on the web page of the guy that had recently shattered my soul into pieces. And similar to a conspicuous neck tattoo, the result was notable damage and waking up the morning after riddled with regret.