Jul 08, 2006 21:36
To anyone else, it's called "paranoia". For me, it's called "Being cautious about the inevitable".
So my stalker hit the last straw the other day when they called my family members' UNLISTED telephone number, trying to get my address.
You have no fucking business calling them and harrassing my family just because YOU'RE an asshole. Call their house again and see what happens.
I'm finally just gonna go ahead and file the restraining order. I'm just so sick and tired of this shit. I'm tired of being spied on...like that little incident last summer, and I'm tired of not being able to live my life peacefully. Tired of not being able to talk to people without the suspicion of "Is this one of my stalker's 'informants'?" When I get the restraining order through at least I'll have a small sense of security when I walk out the door in the morning.
Leave me the hell alone and let me live my fucking life. You have no right to intrude upon it and I've given you fair warning countless times. This time I'm not playing around. Quit calling my house, quit googling me and leave my family out of your little "I must control you" game.
LEAVE ME ALONE!