I really liked the way you looked one day, so I followed you home from your bus stop. I like the way you walk, especially from behind. I love the way you have decorated your room, or at least from the outside. I like watching you with your family. You all get along so well most of the time. Sometimes while I'm hiding in your yard, waiting for you to go out at night, I wonder what you smell like. But I know I shouldn't follow that train of thought. Everyone remembers what happened when I got too curious the last time... at least everyone in her family.... I like to think you smell like Vanilla. I enjoy collecting your scraps from the tables you and your friends eat at after you have left, as long as the waitors don't bother me... I can tell you don't like the dark haired girl you hang out with... Your always looking away, disinterested while she's talking. She looks kind of bitchy anyhow. I followed her home one night too. That accident she had with her car wasn't as much of an accident as an on-purpose. But that's because I love you from the bottom of my heart. I told my doctor about you the other day. He said if I didn't stop following you, that he was going to have to call the police. But trust me, that will no longer be a concern. The only thing I'm worried about is your family. You seem awful close with them. I'm worried that they may come between us. That would be a shame. I could never let anything come between us. We are perfect. Just kidding. Your the crazy one, trying to get a peek at my life while I'm not looking, you should be ashamed. MySpace is for creepies.
