At wits' end.

I'M BEING STALKED.

Like, really stalked. This guy, he added my mum, my aunt, everyone I listed in FB as family. He liked my old statuses, my old photo albums and pictures.

When I text him (inbox), he didn't want to identify himself at first. After several (really boring) texts, I found out that he 'liked' me since we were kids. And I remember him. He was someone from my past. He was the one guy who used to give me love letters, flowers, candies and whatnot. He even followed me home. Back then, we loved to walk, instead of being fetched. My house and the school were not that far. I didn't know he was following me, my girlfriends told me about him. And I told Adam of course. The day we realized that we were being followed was the day Adam and his friends became our bodyguards. They walked us home, eventhough their house were on the other direction. And we had fun. But that didn't stop the stalker, noo. I was 8-10 of age that time.

So you understand why I'm freaked out, don't you? It's 10 friggin' years! He knows where I live, which school I went and what grade I got.

His texts are so creepy.

He's convinced that I am his true love, blahblah. He sought me for 10 years and he didn't even want to be with anyone, other than me. He cried because I don't remember him. He always cries when he misses me at nights. He has pictures of me. And he wants to die because apparently, dying is easier than to be tortured by my constantly invading his thoughts.

He's either bullshitting me or he's out of his mind. If it's the former, I wish that he'd stop doing it, because I'm scared shitless. If it's the latter, I pity him.. I mean, 10 years is a long time to carry a torch for someone who didn't know you even existed. If they return the sentiment, then it's worth it. But if they don't? That 10 years of your life, you'd never get back.

I don't want to tell my brother because there's no telling what he might do to the poor guy. I've never dealt with this kind of stalker so I'm at my wits' ends.. I don't want to hurt him again, but at the same time, he terrifies me..