Your guess is as good as mine.
Jul. 7th, 2001 12:02 pmI don't know what this is. It sounds like it could be an obsessed stalker or a serial killer, or even an obsessed, Mulder-like profiler. I think that, even though I haven't started reading it yet, the used copy of The Silence of the Lambs I bought for thirty cents this morning is starting to affect me.
It doesn't matter that you won't talk to me. I still listen to what you say. I read what you write. I watch what you do. I know who you are.
You can stop me from being your friend. You can stop me from knowing your innermost secrets. But you can't hide from me. I'm inside your head. I know you.
It doesn't matter that you won't talk to me. I still listen to what you say. I read what you write. I watch what you do. I know who you are.
You can stop me from being your friend. You can stop me from knowing your innermost secrets. But you can't hide from me. I'm inside your head. I know you.
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Date: 2001-07-07 06:52 pm (UTC)Re:
Date: 2001-07-07 06:57 pm (UTC)