Because stalkers gon’ stalk and they can’t let life go.
I’m liking this physical journal, though.
And the best part is that your eyes will never see it, and I won’t have to listen to the whining and crying and conceitedness that you think all of my posts are about you or people you know. Or situations that involve you. When really, there’s only been one.
Sorry not sorry, other than the fact that my blog will be less personal.