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I always joked around that being stalked would be kinda fun... you look around a corner and HA! What a fun thing! But now.. damn. I'm afraid to go into my empty house. I hate driving alone at night. I'm checking my back everytime I go out and I cringe every time my phone rings... He's flipped out. He's lost it, and the problem is that he lost it over me. Now that I know that he's been watching me, driving around to find me... after he's stopped by at awkward times to yell at me or freak me out including coming to my restuarant last saturday night... calling incessantly leaving cryptic messages and writing scary notes calling himself King Arthur... I've had poor Casey over everyday. Thankfully my aunt and uncle get home in about 3 hours... so hopefully hopefully he won't come around anymore. He just HAD to go insane the week they're in Hawaii.. I'm trying to get to Cali guys... I swear.. being here is making me rather uneasy. Other than all that though, work is seriously picking up in a crazy way (tourists or something? Goddamn...) and things between me and Casey are turning out to prove rather sweet. My stomach has settled enough to where I'm not sick everyday with worried tension and stress. (oh good.. lost MORE fucking weight...) Heh. The finger that I crushed over a week ago is starting to look OK. My fingertip had been swollen double it's size for the past week with blood - and last night while doing dishes it started to ever so slowly drain and leak all the blood that was between the nail and my flesh. Yep. It's gonna fall off reeeeaaal soon. What a good thing to write in a diary. "Drained my finger today..."
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