kay_mulan | Being Stalked. Yuck.

There's this chick that started stalking me, I found out, in December of 2016 when I was living in Los Angeles. She would follow me around if I was about to take a shower, and say she was in front of me and that it was her turn when she would appear behind me from her room when I've been waiting for, like, ten minutes, multiple times.

I moved from Los Angeles and moved to Norwalk. Then, one month later, so did she.

I don't like how she's always yelling at me. I don't like it, my phone calls with my grandmothers are very important.

I don't like how she swung at me with a fist and a cigarette when I was walking upstairs. She ran her fist towards my face. I don't like that.

I was nice before but. Her yelling and shouting and screaming obscenities at my door and waking my room mate and me at night, slamming down her lunch dinner trays, slamming doors all the time, slamming her plastic glasses behind me at the table behind my head when I'm trying to watch the news, I don't like it.

Her yelling at me for Christmas party rehearsal, and then lying and saying I was the one that yelled at her, I don't do that. I like respect please.

When she was pretending to be a nice person, I taught her to braid her hair.

When her and her mom were lost I told them the place was to their left across the street and they made me get in their car to take them there, I don't like it.

She's always cussing me out, including in groups where licensed therapists leading the group don't call her out on it, and then try to trip me. I don't like it.

I am a really smart, really nice, really courteous, really patient, really respectful person.

I am like that to others, and I deserve for others to be like that to me, and they should be like that to others, and they should be like that to me.