stalker complex

i tink i haf a stalker complex. yes. wtf.

today i saw that girl again. den again, its not like i totally didnt expect it.

i haf a stalker complex. not that i really stalk pple per se, but, well, i guess i'm very much inclined to. the way i'm rather particular in remembering where people stay, the way i want to stalk pple, its all very disturbing.

what am i doin to myself really. you noe i noe we all noe its but jus a dream, jus a dream, jus a dream.

i am quite scared of myself. really. cos of the fact that i am very much a perfectionist. a very poorly disciplined one, but a perfectionist nonetheless. and i noe that if there is smthn i wan done, badly enuff, it will get done. like say stalking someone. i believe that if i wanted to, i could really do it.

its like, i'm doin this to myself. i'm exertin this torture unto myself. why? why?

dont want to live for wasted tomorrows...