@Emily
My blog is entirely self-indulgent. Random impulses i wanted to put to words. My worries, my fears, and my loves.
I wish my plushies knew how much they meant to me. I wish they could feel love. My snuggly red panda plush would never hurt me. She'll always be there waiting for me when I get home. She'll always be tucked in under the blankets right where I left her. She'll never talk about me behind my back. My love for my plushies is unconditional.
I just wish they knew…
Has anybody here ever dealt with stalkers? I don't know what to do. I saw my ex roommates as customers at my work yesterday, but when our relationship turned sour we were over 2100 miles away on the other side of the country. This world is too big for us to just randomly be in the same place at the same time... right? Am I overreacting? Should I just write it off as a coincidence?