I once stalked an ex girlfriend in Vancouver, I was straight up obsessed with this chick. Used to leave anonymous letters in her locker at school, call her house and leave messages of all sorts, and I also spent a lot of time around her neighborhood and near her windows. I actually contemplated killing myself on her doorstep. I even had a rather large scrapbook I made that was a collection of photo's of her, discarded writing's of her's, and writing's and drawings of mine. After she moved away I had to move on, so I burned it. However, I still have a few strands of hair and some toenail clippings of her's in a jar under my bed.
