Wednesday, October 12, 2016

This is why the good girls like the bad boys

Early this morning, I got an abusive email. A little later someone called me and breathed heavily and hung up. Once I got to work, someone sent me a few mean texts. I felt eyes on me all through lunch. When I packed up, I heard someone get up at the same time. I drove all the way home with someone following me. And I could swear I saw someone staring at me as I closed the door. 

All these people stalked me all day. 
And not one of them was you.