Creepy

This does not feel right at all. I felt like I harassed Audrey and she kept me out. That's one logical thing to do, shutting someone out if they are annoying you, but... I'm not on the receiving end of the stick, I am the cause. The other option is to talk about it.

I don't know what I did, I really don't. But it has escalated to this.

Currently, my heart is pounding greatly, like something bad is gonna happen. This has been happening for some time now, maybe its because the National Exams closing in, my parent's pressures on me, and the lack of social interaction.

I felt like I have to harass someone to relieve stress, so I made a post, [OD 31, not]. I dug up my questions from both of Audrey's askfm accounts, and posted it there as hyperlinks. I couldn't find much because of my slow internet. This is like an illness, I felt better over time but stress put me back in a diseased state. I think she finally realized I have been doing some shady stuff for some time in her askfm account. If she doesn't, here's a short list:

I was George, I was some of the anonymous asker, I was Erœ, I was Luna. I visit everyday, like I visit her blog. After waking up, after school, and before sleeping.

Askfm tweets were the trending topic at the time, but I didn't bother to join in and make an account. I participated indirectly instead. Audrey just popped in my mind, so I harassed her online as Erœ, I roleplayed with her as George and Luna, and ask her about her daily life as the anon reader.

Outside harassing out of pure hatred and trying to simulate intimate interaction, I became George. I roleplayed just for the sake of roleplaying. I faced Erœ's threat with Audrey, Angel, and Axel, but I was also Erœ. The tag I used to separate myself from Erœ was Æx. When the real Luna disappeared, I took her place in Audrey's askfm page, saying I'm an anon. I'm both the old Luna, the one before she went pregnant and disappeared, and the last Luna, the one after leaving the children with Fleece, Audrey's character. I'm also the legion of anon that participated in the voting to determine the last Luna's behaviour.

Me, a guy, roleplaying a girl.
Audrey, a girl, roleplaying a guy.

It's funny, I think. Making different personas of myself.

One day, I realized Audrey's contact went missing from my Line friend list. I panicked, thinking I was blocked. I apologized, I made a status post about, but I forgot she couldn't see it. I stalked. She made a new Instagram acc. And almost ignored both her askfm acc. Both Twitter and Facebook activity is nonexistent. She deleted her blog after I posted [OD 31, not] but not after she posted one last post that I didn't get to read, because it got deleted with the rest of it. She made a new askfm account and joined an Indonesian Pokemon forum.

I felt ignored, but I also don't want any social interaction. I just want to stalk. I want to read every update, every changes, everything. It has become a habit, hardwired into my brain. I don't have any activity to replace my routine, and I got confused.

[OD 13, not] and this post is a product of my confusion. I always try to not give the audience any clue or hints in my blog posts, that I was the one pulling the strings behind some scenes. This cautious persona is always active, lurking in the back of my head.

But since Audrey is not there anymore for me to stalk, play, talk, and harass, I don't know what to do. And since she's not here to watch anymore, I don't need to hold back.

But what if she's still here? Reading up until this very sentence?

Well, now you know the truth and everything is up to you. I'll go about my life, searching for things to do, trying to tweak and customize said activity so that I can fit it in my routine.

This is my freedom of speech, but I'm aware that I'm not free of its consequence. I don't know the consequence of what I did, but I know I'm going to hell for sure. So that's fine. Hell, I don't even know if I still believe in hell or not.

I'm scared. I felt like my heart is gonna jump out of my throat. I'm possessive. Something bad is going to happen because of it. I don't know if I'll survive, and what would I do if I do survive.

Anyway, bang! I blew my cover. Now, I'm gonna bleed for the next few weeks. Tomorrow, my so called "Calm Week" starts, and National Exams starts next week after that, then, I don't know.

I'll just wait.

...You know? This is just like I harassed my old classmate's Facebook page when I was in junior highschool. Her name is Jessica Natasha, one of the J Curse. I was in love with her too. I was universally hated after that. I faced hatred, and I turned out fine. I fought despair and I turned out fine. At least, after several weeks have passed.

So, its fine.