This is not right...

She's happy.

I'm supposed to be happy that she's happy...

Why am I not happy that she's happy?

I'm supposed to love her, and I'm supposed to be happy when she's happy...

But I'm not...

But this is really pumping me up.  I feel like working hard on something...

Or... I just don't love her afterall!

And if I don't love her, that means she's a stranger...
And if she's a stranger, I don't know her, and she posts stuff on Tumblr for the Public!
If I wasn't a stranger, I would be the "Private" and not the public!
So that means I'm part of the public...
And it's okay to stalk!!!!!

Ah shit, must respect her, lalala.