You're a stalker and you weren't ashamed of it. You've been fixated about a guy in your neighbourhood for a really long time. You fell for him when he waved at you while mowing the lawn.

One night, you'd decided to break into his home when he was there. You went into his bedroom and jumped on his bed. It was big and warm. You laid on your back and looked up, only to scream. There were hundreds of pictures of you on his ceiling. Every morning your face was the first thing he'd see.