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Jan 30, 2005 17:39

I don't understand how this stalker can send me so much stuff and not leave any paper trail. The cops, the studio's private investigators and Angel Investigations are all working to try and locate this guy, but nothing has turned up. Well, actually, lots of things have turned up. Letters that get creepier every day. Pictures of me with the word, mine, scratched into them. Flowers that when you search the meanings of them, mean possession, death, eternity. Funny what the high priced investigators can find out about flowers, but they can't locate the jerk sending them.

The movie is nearly done. Mike and I are heading out of town just as soon as filming wraps. We're taking the kids on vacation and I honestly just want to stay clear of California until this dies down or the guy is caught. Except...I'm so pissed off. Why should I have to run away because some jerk is trying to scare the hell out of me? It's my life, and this is my dream. I don't like that I want to hide and leave what I've worked so hard for...

I don't know. I'm so confused and fed up. More than a little scared. I have guard and Gunn and Cordy have been staying with me too. Not to mention Mike is constantly carrying that crossbow, just waiting for someone to make a move.

I'm messing up lines. Damien has been so sweet and understanding. I guess he's had more than his share of obsessive fans. I just want to get it together and take back control of my life. I don't want to be scared anymore.
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