Addiction

I can't stop thinking of you. Sometimes I dream of you at work and then at home while I lay in bed and stare at my ceiling. I walk around at night cause I can't sleep. I can't wait til morning because I'm going to walk by your place to see if I can see you. I'll pretend I'm walking along and then I bump right into you. I wish to touch you. To hold you. To play with your hair. I know it sounds shocking. But it's true.

Then I wake up the next day and ride the train into the city and walk right into your building. I go up the esculator and make a left. I'm walking slowly cause I'm nervous. I know I shouldn't be there. I know I should probably go, but I can't. People passing me by as I'm slowly walking back and fourth. Then I see you. I don't know what to do. I try to hide, but then I'm looking stupid and suspicious. I don't want the security guard to walk up to me. So I put on a brave face and walk towards you. I'm not sure if you see me, but I walk right up to you and grab you from off the shelf. Your hair looking shiny and long. The accessories on either side of you look pretty. The skirt you have on is hot. The extra pair of shoes that comes with the outfits are cute. It's only $18.99 to buy you. I must add you to my collection of Bratz dolls.

So what's another doll? That makes it 20 Bratz dolls in total. Am I crazy? Am I weird? I don't care what others think. I don't care how old I am. It makes me happy to have them. Perhaps I'm making up for all the dolls I didn't have. No. I had dolls all the time. I can't say I never had any. I had alot of toys.

I don't know what's wrong with me. I guess I just have an addiction.