why was i stalking her? do i really care about her? why whenever i stared into her eyes i felt deep pain and sorrow? I knew just how she felt. she always wanted to fit in the crowd. just like I used to. she didn't know the crowd didn't care about her. I watched from a far, watching how she acted. how she was desperate for attention. just like I used to be. I learned to get over it. but why is she always kissing up to people who dont even give a crap about her existence. maybe she will never learn. maybe she will never know how I feel about her. but maybe someday if I am lucky I can get my feelings off my chest. I would love to lose my heavy burden of worries and emotions. maybe someday she will see what I see,and come to her senses.maybe she will notice that I care about her. But until then I will continue to watch her ways,and notice her mistakes. Until she sees her mistakes I am still burdened with secrets.Until the day she notices. Until then.......