I used to be a stalker to a few people. But not borderline stalker, just internet stalker. I would regularly visit their profile to see what's new and view their photos and just look at how much they've changed and how happy they are without me.
To me, that activity savours much loneliness and envy. Envy of how other people, people i know can have happy times without me. And loneliness for it is a part of me, blood bounded.
But now, surprisingly, to my admiration, i have lost all my keenness towards stalking said people. I have lost interest in knowing what is going on with their lives since they are not that keen in knowing of mine. I have lost the enthusiasm to strike up a conversation with them since some of the times when i did, they act as if humoring me, not treating me with respect (hustle, loyalty, respect-sorry can't resist).
But perhaps, probably, i have found a new person to stalk and delve into. This new person is much more interesting.
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