You keep watching me like a stalker. You were everywhere I was. At first, I thought it was just a coincidence, but the more you appeared, the more I knew it wasn’t. I was outside, and you were there too. I was studying in the library, and you sat at the next table. I was shopping, and suddenly, you were working there. Even when I was sleeping, you were watching me from the window. Everywhere I went, you were there as well. And when something unexpected happened and you couldn’t be there, you still found a way to know everything. Even when I couldn’t see you, I could feel you. I felt that you were somewhere nearby, watching. Tracking my every single step. My moves. My words. My emotions. My actions. I felt too seen. I tried to hide, but it was impossible. I hid in crowded places, but still, you found me easily. Even at home, I never truly felt alone, even though I was. I started to be paranoid, or maybe I wasn't. Who knows. I felt like even the paintings were watching me, and trust me, it wasn’t a nice feeling. I don’t know who you are, why you’re doing this, or what you want, but you should know that you need to stop and let me go.