his stalking continues today.
i don't feel bothered, no, i'm scared.
really really scared.
everytime i try to see his face, to reveal his identity which is pretty important to me,
i wake up.
not cool.
there are millions of ways to die, seems like i'm dying only on one way.
mentally.
all this confusion created so many times in my mind is screwing me up,
i'm distracted and unable to enjoy everyday life,
completely focused on figuring out who's the man who wants me dead.
a friend told me i should give him a name, so he could have some kind of identity,
but i don't want him fake, i NEED to know who is he really.
and when i find out, i'll probably call nine one one.
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