Stalking sucks. I cannot be a silent observer, albeit I find it hard to define my persona, let alone to be assured I'm not construed as an absolute fuckwit. I live in a castle, I don't need you. I don't want you either. There's nothing to justify my ailing curiosity, it just is. I won't apologize for it.

*Tell me what it is I'm meant to do
I've fallen to my knees
I've shed away my tears
And lost my destiny
I sit beneath the sun
My hands held to the sky
I cannot ask a question
But still I wonder why*