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tom riddle: obssesively writing about you in their diary

she haunts me, she plagues my thoughts. i find myself watching her, the way she moves, the way she looks at the world. it's infuriating. i want her, yet i despise the very idea.

her name is a curse, a poison on my tongue. but i can't help but taste it, over and over again. i want to strangle her, yet i yearn to touch her skin, if only to confirm if she's as soft and warm as she looks.

the things i would do to her, just to see the brief flicker of fear in her eyes before the darkness consumes her. it's a twisted desire but a desire nonetheless.

i need to get rid of her, eliminate this distraction, this desire.