text: I’m not crazy. I love her. I want to protect her. I want to be with her. She will be mine. Ever since the day I saw her, the first time I heard her voice. “Hi!” she said to me. She is so goddamn cute. Why is she so beautiful? She makes me feel so happy. I’m not crazy. But, she will be mine. Those other guys are disgusting. They will hurt her. They will use her for their own needs, not caring about hers. I’m different, I will only give her love. I will give her my time, my attention, she is my world. I will walk with her at night, through the park. She looks so lonely by herself. It’s dangerous to be alone. I care about her. I can’t let her out of my sight. I have to be quiet though. If she sees me, she’ll tell me to leave her alone, she’ll try to avoid me. I don’t want to go back to the darkness. I’m not crazy. I’m not a psychopath. I love her. That’s all. I just want her to be happy, to be loved, by me. She will be safe. She is my main priority. I won’t rest, I won’t sleep, I won’t stop. Until she is safe. Until she is with me. Until she is in my arms. Everytime she is sad, I cry. Every time she’s scared, I want to protect her. Tell her, “Everything will be ok.” Everytime one of those bastards try to talk to her, they make her feel uncomfortable. I want to kill them all. Make sure they have a slow death, something they deserve for what they do. I’m not crazy. It would be out of love, and protection. She can never find out. She would look at me like I’m a murderer. She’d run away, call the cops, then I’ll never see her. I am a protector, a guardian angel. They say I need a doctor, my own friends, they think I’m a danger. They’ve started avoiding me. That doesn't matter. When I have her, the demons will go away. She’ll make everything better. The thought of her already does. I want to hold her hand on those long late nights. Hold her close, knowing she is safe. I’m not crazy, but I want to bring her here. To my house. I don’t have any roommates, no one will tell the cops. But, I don't want to hurt her while doing so. I’ve made a spare room for her. Comfy, safe, and within the area around me. She’ll love me. Once she sees how horrible the real world is, I can bring her to a fantasy, where she is treated like the queen. Her family is just as horrible. I should feel relaxed when she goes to her parents in the winter. But, she comes back bruised and hurt. She hardly ever looked up last time. I need her to be with me, I want her to be happy. She is the only thing in life I care about. I am not crazy. I am protecting her. I’ve saved her. Nobody can hurt her anymore. I love her.