Tuesday, October 5, 2010

you can cry when you get older.

I feel like people haven't been stalked until I've stalked them. Jamie might be some competition, but I am like every creep out there rolled in to one. Since I have such an active imagination, I create the wildest stories in my head. This is never a good thing, and no, I'm not proud of the way I am. But really...back away slowly. You're fat.

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