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Exercise:  write something related to a story

I don't know. 

It's like I don't want to write fiction anymore. I'm too stuck in reality. 

My reality being that someone is kinda stalking me. 

There are the online stalkers who knew I didn't want them reading my personal tumblr. 

There are the real life stalkers who knew it upset me that people read my personal tumblr and said it blatantly around me. 

No, I don't have fans. That's not something I signed up for. I have stalkers. 

I could go to all their Instagram pages now and just stalk them and memorize it. Oh, you didn't put it on private? Well, it was on public once, so now I'm allowed to stalk you and upset you. 

Or the real life stalkers who... I was reading a book about God and free will at this mini library. I put it back in one place and left the other books in a neat stack next to that one book. I took manga and borrowed it for a bit. 

When I returned the manga not too long after, the book about God and free will was missing, and all the other books were thrown around. 

One book on its own. A neat stack beside it. 

Book missing. Stack of books thrown around. 

They didn't have to throw the books around. 

And what's the point? This probably isn't the first time. I've noticed something before. 

What's the point of tailing a person going about their everyday life? Did they just think I was sitting there and lying about uncanny coincidences? 

What's the point of finding out when they're just going to go into denial anyway? 

Most people start getting depressed or going into the whole "You are not you. We are all you. Therefore, you cannot be you because we are all you." 

It's weird.