Dreamlike Reality
Bedhead 💤
- Nov 29, 2021
- 74
I could barely breathe up until a little while ago . . . I went home immediately and . . . just passed out to escape reality. I'm not panicking any more but I'm still terrified
I didn't think I'd see him again ever in my life, I thought he was gone, that's my own foolishness to blame.
I saw him in public. The same person who knocked on my window so many times, took pictures of my house, repeatedly called and texted me with hundreds of different phone numbers after I thought I had blocked him. He sexually harassed me when we properly met the first time before the stalking began, and I was so scared that one of those nights he would actually break into my house and assault me. I'm so scared that he's going to stalk me again. I don't know if he ever really quit or if I just stopped seeing the signs. He's the reason I'm so scared of every window in my house I can't take it I don't want to see him ever again It just cements the fact that I'm a fucking sexual object for everyone to have and play with however they want like I'm not a person. I don't know how many times people have talked about having sex with me like it's funny to them how scared I get.
It doesn't matter because when I'm finally dead they can have me all they want. I'll be gone. They can have me. I can't wait to finally fucking die oh my god I just want out. I want out
I didn't think I'd see him again ever in my life, I thought he was gone, that's my own foolishness to blame.
I saw him in public. The same person who knocked on my window so many times, took pictures of my house, repeatedly called and texted me with hundreds of different phone numbers after I thought I had blocked him. He sexually harassed me when we properly met the first time before the stalking began, and I was so scared that one of those nights he would actually break into my house and assault me. I'm so scared that he's going to stalk me again. I don't know if he ever really quit or if I just stopped seeing the signs. He's the reason I'm so scared of every window in my house I can't take it I don't want to see him ever again It just cements the fact that I'm a fucking sexual object for everyone to have and play with however they want like I'm not a person. I don't know how many times people have talked about having sex with me like it's funny to them how scared I get.
It doesn't matter because when I'm finally dead they can have me all they want. I'll be gone. They can have me. I can't wait to finally fucking die oh my god I just want out. I want out