Here was me, who had achieved a sense of myself and was able to speak my mind the way I was… Yes me, with all the spots and dots and beginning to feel that I had found others who loved me for who I was. I became afraid to express myself, the me I had embraced with open arms.
The reason was not the talkers, there had always been those. Not the lookers, there had always been those. Not the mockers, well, they are just a dime a dozen. But a sense of uneasiness that had crept up on me from the moment I realised I had an Internet stalker.
(To be continued…)