I admit it.
I over analyze people so much that it gets to the point where I create a whole different individual inside my fictional mind that has no relation to the person held on display.
It has become a problem.
It causes fights between me and my girlfriend all the time.
However, I am working on it.
Having said that....I think I have a stalker.
I mean this in the most serious way possible and the only reason I am writing about it is because if something ever happens to me there is proof that more than likely it has to do with this man.
I smoke ciggies.
Bad?
completely.
I need to stop, I know.
But thats not really the point.
You see, I go out on my balcony many times throughout the day to smoke.
This past month, every time I go outside (after 4-6 o'clock) he is there.
Not even kidding.
Every single night.
I assume he has a job because he is never there in the afternoons but I am also not home very often during that time of day. I also think he drives a sliver car because everytime its parked, hes outside. If its not there, he isnt there. But I have no proof of him driving it so thats still part of my own harriet the spy observation.
He wears the same thing every single night. A red, heavy coat with tan pants. He zips it up all the way and wears his hood most of the time. Now, I live in cruces, its freaking hot here normally. There is no way he needs a jacket outside, let alone some hefty duty alaskan snowcoat looking thing.
He doesnt read books.
He doesnt listen to music.
He rarely smokes.
He has never pulled out a cell phone or had a friend with him.
He just sits.
And stares.
Im not talking occasional random glances..Im talking hardcore stares.
I stare back to see if he turns away and he doesnt.
He brings out his own chair and he positions it in such a way that he is right across my balcony.
He lives in a different complex and its all on level ground. I live on the second floor so I am always looking down when I go outside.
He however, is always looking up.
always.
Right at my apartment.
I thought it was weird at first but I didnt pay much attention to him. He just seemed like he enjoyed listening to me and Kristina talk.
Then it got to where it freaked both of us out so bad that we couldnt even have conversations outside anymore because we felt like we were being spied on.
I decided to test him (and myself because I felt like I was going crazy).
I would check outside to see if he was there..and if he wasnt, I would go outside.
Within the five minutes it takes to smoke one cigarette, he would come outside.
Without fail.
Every single time.
For the past month, everytime I go outside, he follows.
I stopped going on the balcony and went to the stairs.
He changed positions.
He started sitting on this bench that is perpendicular to my stairs.
But he sits sideways.
Still staring.
I am literally scared to be home alone at night now a days.
I've also learned that when Im home (he can see every window so he knows if someone is home or not) he sits on his own chair that he brings with him. His house isnt very far away, but he goes to this gazeebo thing. He could sit outside his door, but he chooses to go across the parking lot to sit right by my apartment.
Some nights I get home around 5 and dont leave. On these nights he brings out his own chair.
and sits.
and sits.
till around 12 every night.
However, on nights im not home, like tonight where I get home at 10, he sits on this bench.
Its like he's waiting for me.
He changes seats depending on whether or not someone is home.
I feel like he's already memorized my routines and what I do.
I just, I dont know..I have a really horrible feeling about him.
Even my friends who have come over think he's weird and get freaked out.
I dont know what to do.
So I wrote it all down.
Hes probably around 24-30.
Brown hair.
medium build.
He sits with his hands on the arm rests and his legs far apart. They are bent but stretched out, sort of like a man drinking beer and watching a boring football game on television.
...thats all I really know about him.
But I can guarantee he knows a hell of alot about me.
Freaking weird.
Damn it. Now im scared.
Please come home soon boogz.
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