Stalker's Note

Prologue

Sometimes I would imagine myself sitting on an edge of a cliff. I won't jump off, just sit there as I watch the waves violently splash beneath me, and then stare at the infinitely blue sky. I'd listen to the bustling flora and fauna around me, appreciating Mother Nature. It's beautiful, and honestly, I don't get how the human race would want to destroy such beauty, but who am I to talk? Beauty is biased and opinionated. I'm no monk, guru, nor any sort of minor god or demigod — i'm just a normal human being. Well I wouldn't say completely normal though, that ideaology is somewhat also biased, but one thing I know i'm sure of is that change and death are the only permanent things in this world.

At eighteen years old I realized that I have just learned how to love myself, or so I thought. My anxiety seems to grow along with the time. Your flaws and personality is one thing, but your mind is another. I wish I could've done something to mold a better way thinking when I was younger, life would've been easier if I did. The only thing i'm probably good at is putting myself in another's shoes, it's a good characteristic — empathy. But the moment it becomes vindictive or obsessive, it becomes toxic. Having too much of something is like having a parasite, at first you think it's harmless, then the next thing you know it's sucking everything away from you. You see I have a problematic parasite called stalking. It was fun and games at first, until it became a habit, and then an addiction. "regret will always be waiting at the end" an old friend of mine once said.

But the question you should actually be asking is why I stalk people, well the answer is vague because even I don't know answer, not yet that is. I'm attracted to people of my kind, those who have multiple lives. I don't like stereotypes nor hysterical judgements. I prefer seeing people for what they are, and seeing whatever it is waiting for them at the end.