Ever since I was a small girl, I have been quite naive. I could easily trust people, although I have been through many things already. Been through a depression where I cut myself too many times. Been through problems in relationships. Been through many fights with my mom and dad.
I've been through a lot.
As I said, I have been naive a lot. I trusted the wrong people and let them in. They came way too close in my personal space and I simply got stuck in a rollercoaster. I guess it turned out to be my comfort zone, this rollercoaster, because I think that I will never get out of this thing. Rollercoasters should be fun, right? So does life. But they both are not quite fun.
By trusting the wrong people, I mean boyfriends, friends, even people I have known for my whole life. Even this one person. The person who turned out to become a stalker, for about 2 years of my life.
And how it's going now? 4 years after the first things happened? I guess that I tried to close the book, but how can you stop reading when the story hasn't ended yet?
YOU ARE READING
stalked
Non-Fictionthis book is based on a true story. all rights reserved. It's something she has to life with, for the rest of her life. No one can immediatly see the psychological complaints she is taking with her all day. There is something, just something she hid...
