am I just insensitive or

I must really have too much time on my hands.
I should be reading David Copperfield for English, or Persuasion for outside reading, or maybe attempting to finish my chem homework, or studying for math, but no. Here I am, creeping on other people's blogs.
And that isn't even the sad (or funny, depends on how you look at it) part.
The best part is when people (dramatic people will be dramatic, no matter how hard you try to cure them of it) write overly....... dramatic posts.
For example. (And I'm sorry if I offend anyone, this is just an example I found from a nice blog.)

Nobody will ever know what I’ve been through and what I go through daily..

And honestly, nobody will ever know. Nobody will know what’s happened in my past, my deepest darkest secrets, and parts of my life I never let anybody close to. That’s all locked away. Undeserving shit happens to me, happens to everybody every day.

My emotions while reading this noteworthy passage:

Oh, no! What is this terrible misfortune?

No, go on. I am very interested in your 'deepest, darkest secrets'.

I'm sorry. The over-dramaticness just got to me.

I lost it.

Okay. Um. Sorry if that^ shows me as a mean person or something. I just get really amused whenever people write overly self-righteous, overly self-pitying, or overly dramatic posts. I mean, I'm all for the self-pity (since I do a lot of it myself), but................. uh. Sometimes it's too much and it gets really funny.

I think a lot of this started happening ever since my friend opened this one girl's blog and told me to read a certain entry in a comically dramatic voice. And so I did. And for some reason, it was hilarious. Then we went through about fifty pages of her blog and read every single post in an overly dramatic voice. We laughed so hard we were in tears.

...

I am a horrible person.

It's okay, me and Yaobob and Trisha can be horrible people together. I think I'll end with this lovely quote:

"SHAY ONLAY WAN HAURREY"