Dear Diary

I see him everywhere.

I see him in my sleep.

I see him when I am awake.

He won't let me have one second without his angered stare corrupting me.

Mary hates that I didn't call her right away when someone found me in the dorm room halls screaming at the top of my lungs with tears flowing down my cheeks. I snapped out of it and ran into my dorm where he met me in my bedroom.

It's been almost a week since he has come back to me. I have ...