I can be a detective.
I have this uncanny ability to be able to find people, out of boredom, I must say, and eventually, if all systems permit, find out as much as I could about him/her. Sorta like Nancy Drew, without the scary, mysterious elements.
So, maybe, I could be a stalker.
But sometimes, I have this very common epiphany. It just pops into my mind everytime.
WHAT IF?
And the list, and of course my ever paranoid mind, goes on and on and on and on and...on....
I'm riding the highs, I'm diggin' the lows, cause at least I feel alive.
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