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I don't know but it feels weird, I feel like someone is watching my every move. I feel isolated, why do I feel that I need to watch my words whenever I speak? I don't like this.
Sometimes when I talk with my friends in the hallways I had this gut feeling that someone is listening to our conversations. Is someone stalking me? This is so weird, I don't like this. I began to be cautious of my surroundings, everything felt suspicious. This never occurred before, I hate this curse life. Everywhere I go, this particular guy is always there—observing me.
He had thick glasses, perfect sitting posture, narrowing eyes, and high bridged nose. He's always there—at first I didn't mind it at all, but I couldn't shake off the feeling that he's following me around. It's creepy how we always bumped to eachother other than in school. “Josh, are you okay?” My shoulders shook as Jeonghan spoke to me, that startled me. “Yes?” I answered almost immediate. I don't know why I answered so quickly, am I too anxious?
“Is something bothering you?” I froze in my seat, is something bothering me? Is something bothering me? I don't know.
Fuck.
I don't fucking know.
“Nothing, I'm just stressed from the activities.” I managed to show a smile before taking a bite. I can see that Jeonghan is not totally convinced with my answer, but he brushed it off and he turned his attention to talk with Seungkwan.
I look up for a bit, then I saw him again—staring and observing me, only me. This is fucking insane. I'm gonna lose my mind. What did I ever do to him!?
This continued for months, some anonymous person have been putting foods in my desk every day and it's the foods that I mentioned craving for. I only mention this to my friends—is he listening to all of my conversations!? How? Why?
why.
Why?
Why?
Why?
WHY?
WHY!?
One day, Jeonghan told me some cute guy wants to meet me in the rooftop. I know this is another confession, I always get confessions, whether it's a girl or a boy. Right now, I feel so nervous, scared even. What if it's him? And—
The universe is fucking playing with right now.
It's him.
It's HIM.
IT'S FUCKING HIM.
Is this a joke? Are you fucking kidding me? My whole buddy is rigid, shaking from all the emotions and anxiety I'm feeling right now. After he finished his confession, my response is–“Sorry, I don't want to be with a creep.” then I left him there. I don't know, the only thing I know right now is I don't wanna go near him ever again.