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It’s not often that you hope to God you’re going mad. And I really, really do. At least that way it means this is all in my mind. It’s a far better thought than the alternative — that I’m being stalked by a man who’ll never be caught, a man who’s retreated into the darkness, a man who’s been in my house and tampered with my stuff.
By now I’m fairly certain I’ll end up losing my job. As it stands I’ve got two options: I can either keep taking days off — as I have again today — and end up being fired, or I can go back into work and do something stupid that ends the same way anyway. I can’t even trust myself right now, so I don’t see how anyone else will be able to.
I spent the rest of yesterday and most of the night swinging dangerously between emotions. At first there was sheer frustr
