I'm perplexed...
I'm trying to put things into perspective here. It's all so fucked, I don't know. I saw the famous "him" again yesterday. Quite randomly. I stopped in Prather to drop off cans, and I turn around, and whaddya know? There he is. I took a peek at his journal...dammit, I know, I'm addicted. To quote, he said "i'm gonna kick her ass. no joke. god DAMNIT!!! "....coincidence? Perhaps. Last time we bumped into each other at Riverpark....here's another quote "uh....ran into someone. akward to say the least. fuckin stalker ass bitches at riverpark."....hmmmm. And he tries to talk to me like he KNOWS me. First I was all excited to see him. Totally giddy, but I thought I was gonna fall off of my shoes, I froze for half a second...ok, ok...minute. Then halfway through the awkward conversation, I realized he called me a stalker as bitch. So I decided to just go. God, there was so much I wanted to say. Needed to say. Couldn't say. Wouldn't say...EVER. But now I wish I had. It would bring an end to this mess. We could get shit straightened out. I'm kinda glad he doesn't read this. Holy shit. That would create a ginormous dilemma. Ok, I'm out. If anybody randomly sees this, please comment. I need a little advice. Thank you.