i do my best to pretend she doesnt exist. i know she thrives off of her victims posting sad tweets and all that, so im glad she doesnt know my reddit. i cant even open up on my tumblr anymore like i used to.

i went out last night to celebrate my friends birthday. stalker was at the bar by herself, and i havent seen her in real life in about 6 months. there was a lot of anxiety and a sense of panic, my heart was racing. but i pretended she didnt exist and i stayed close to my friends for protection. i didnt recognize her at first, she had different hair (must be a very recent change).

i still got mistaken as her though, as i sat outside the bar and she was literally inside. i wonder how the person felt when they walked inside and saw her.

we ended up leaving shortly after, because she kept coming outside and watching us from another table. it felt like she wanted to join the group, the way she was staring and listening to us talk. my friend was like, "im not spending my birthday dealing with this shit."