Will you love me? :'(

His friend told me he and I aren't worth it... I spent a night thinking it over. Did I cry? It's a secret. I'm not sure how I'm going to handle it. Will I be able to handle this?

Anyway, that's not the issue for today.

Today I went to Compass Point. I won't say my shirt is very low-cut. It is O.K. I went to popular, bent down to look at books from lower shlves. The man (NOT teenager) walked past me, paused, turned around and walked past me again. He was looking down my shirt. I know it. He keeps looking at me. I don't like it. I walked away. I wanted to get a Biology Ten-year series on a table. The table is my knee high. The stack of books are tied up by rubber bands. I bent down and struggled to get the books out. When I bent down, he immediately walked to the opposite of me. He was enjoying what he was seeing. I glared at him. He stared at me.

I went to the library on the 4th floor. Popular was on the 3rd floor. I thot I lost him, but NO! He stalked me all the way. I was looking at the books. He was at the opposite shelf, facing me.
[He { Shelf } Me] Think he was looking at my ** between the gaps. He keeps walking past, but his head will be faced towards my direction. I know he's looking at me.

He's at a distance when he looked at me again. I stared at him.

I know I always attract these ... Dont wanna say the P word. Today hav been saying the F word a lot. I told 3 people about what happened. At least one of them is concerned, *he* told me to go somewhere safe and tell my parents. Tho it's not a major help, but at least he gave concern.

One accused me of stealing *again* from popular. Is it I ALWAYS STEAL? How frequently DO I STEAL? DO I ENJOY STEALING? NO! Anyway, I'm not a goodie-good girl as you ALL think I am. I might even get pregnant before 19. Many of *you* don't know me at all. Many secrets... you don't know and will never, ever know....

I wanted to message *him*. To see what reaction will be like, but I must not. I have to restrain from msg-ing him. I can't message him *anymore*. To get over him.

Will you love me? :'(

His friend told me he and I aren't worth it... I spent a night thinking it over. Did I cry? It's a secret. I'm not sure how I'm going to handle it. Will I be able to handle this?

Anyway, that's not the issue for today.

Today I went to Compass Point. I won't say my shirt is very low-cut. It is O.K. I went to popular, bent down to look at books from lower shlves. The man (NOT teenager) walked past me, paused, turned around and walked past me again. He was looking down my shirt. I know it. He keeps looking at me. I don't like it. I walked away. I wanted to get a Biology Ten-year series on a table. The table is my knee high. The stack of books are tied up by rubber bands. I bent down and struggled to get the books out. When I bent down, he immediately walked to the opposite of me. He was enjoying what he was seeing. I glared at him. He stared at me.

I went to the library on the 4th floor. Popular was on the 3rd floor. I thot I lost him, but NO! He stalked me all the way. I was looking at the books. He was at the opposite shelf, facing me.
[He { Shelf } Me] Think he was looking at my ** between the gaps. He keeps walking past, but his head will be faced towards my direction. I know he's looking at me.

He's at a distance when he looked at me again. I stared at him.

I know I always attract these ... Dont wanna say the P word. Today hav been saying the F word a lot. I told 3 people about what happened. At least one of them is concerned, *he* told me to go somewhere safe and tell my parents. Tho it's not a major help, but at least he gave concern.

One accused me of stealing *again* from popular. Is it I ALWAYS STEAL? How frequently DO I STEAL? DO I ENJOY STEALING? NO! Anyway, I'm not a goodie-good girl as you ALL think I am. I might even get pregnant before 19. Many of *you* don't know me at all. Many secrets... you don't know and will never, ever know....

I wanted to message *him*. To see what reaction will be like, but I must not. I have to restrain from msg-ing him. I can't message him *anymore*. To get over him.