Someone likes me. You'd think that was a good thing, it's not. This stalker follows me with that eternal smile. It's not even a smile, it's a row of razor sharp fangs. I found flowers on my doorstep, my locker, my mother's place, and even a fucking sewer grate. It started with this asshole who decided to alert me of this guy's presence. Why the fuck would I want to know about a fucking man who just smiles at me? Who really cares? He's just there, slowly driving me insane. He looks harmless apart from the fangs. If I'm lucky he'll die from smiling so goddamn much. Bye now!
~Kat
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