Why do I always get the crazies?

So let’s review.

You telling me that you talk to spirits and see demons. Creepy, but everybody’s got their shit.

You telling me that if your girlfriend ever cheated on you, you’d cut her to pieces, in dead-serious tone…sent a few warning bells off in my head, but I’ve heard worse.

You then showed up at my friend’s house as if you were right around the corner, and said that you liked to drive by people’s houses to see if they were home at night. I told myself I wouldn’t let you see where I lived, but okay…

Then your aunt told me that not long ago you tried to stab your mum with a pen. More warning bells.

Adam once again, said that I should try and distance myself from you. Which I did. Nothing personal, but I know a lot of crazy guys, and yeah, I could rack up some notches on the old count, but I don’t honestly want to fuck you. Honestly, I’m starting to be scared by you. Because this isn’t drug crazy, or bi-polar crazy, this is full bore STAB FRENZY crazy, Fatal Attraction style.

So I ignore your texts, ignore your phone messages, avoid seeing you at places and hope you aren’t following me around town. It works for a few months. I thought you moved on.

Then you start leaving messages on my facebook. Weird messages.

And then you come find me at the library and kiss me.

What more do I have to do? I physically pushed you off and hopped in my car and drove away.

I hope that’s the end of it, I really do.

I’m actually a little afraid.