confessions

so i confess. i'm a stalker.

please don't worry, i'm not a dangerous one. in fact, the reason i stalk is to ease my mind really. so that i know things are just as they were. because if i didn't know things were just as they were, you see, i might explode.

do you want me to explain that? well, too bad. i don't really know how to explain it. except to say that it reassures me that things are as icky as i thought they were. and that i'm better off being where i am than being where i might have been. i certainly wouldn't want to be that person. that person is grating in almost everyway to me. if that doesn't make any sense to you, well again- too bad. that's the best i can explain it.

ok, i'll try to do better. you see, there's someone that i find to be ridiculous. completely and totally. and so, when i see them continue to be ridiculous, it reassures me that i have escaped from ridiculousness.

that truly IS the very best i can do to explain it. and i will say no more.

next confession- i am vain. i do think i know which end is up when many people don't. what makes me angry is when i do know, but i can't do anything about it. oh well. it's hell being a sociopath, don't you know?

third confession- i am seriously selfish. seriously, seriously selfish.

confession quatro- i have wasted a great great portion of my life. i am sad about that. but you know what? i do vow to do better. i do.

and finally, confession five- most of the time, i don't really know what i'm talking about. (-: ah well.