I believe that my ex was and is trying to hurt me for some reason.
He lived with me for months.
But I never got to know him.
I believe he and my neighbors have been hunting me
Seeking my demise
I cannot tell you how much hurt goes into believing someone you truly love actually hates you and wants you dead.
I wish I had kept my shit together. I wish I didn’t have paranoid delusions. I wish I didn’t have to kick him out of my life but there it is just the same: a gnawing feeling that he was never who he made himself to be.
Good night, moon.