When you go to the bus stop you meet alot of interesting people. I've met many & last week one approached. Hi Hi ? My name is something I can't remember? Maybe I could get puss out of her? I have manic depression. Maybe not. Do you live around here? Why is she still talking to me? I met you again yesterday as I went to my job to pick up my check, I saw you sit in front of me, in horror I quickly sat in the back of transportation. Half way through you followed, placing across me in the next chair. I have a stalker, this isn't my first though, if I ever was in a relationship it would probably end through fatal attraction. I'm a beacon to these people Please help me?