sarmatian
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I'm obsessed with her.
I knew it was her, the first time we met.
When we went out one time, I took her phone, I scrolled through her messages, her gallery, her search history. I sent myself everything. I opened her messages, exported some of her chats to my phone, like her best friend's, her ex's, her brother's. I studied her ex's chat for hours, days, weeks, months. Same thing with her best friend. I liked what she liked, I hated what she hated, I wanted what she wanted, I did what she did. I stalked her TikTok reposts, I studied everything she liked and added everything to my fake personality to appeal to her, to make her desire me. Everything about me when I interacted with her was fake, nothing was the real me, just a curated, idolized version for her to like. But I did this just for her, because I wanted (and still want) her. This worked, I managed to finally have sex with her, twice.
But now she's distant, cold, detached from our friend group, and from me. She found a new group, one that she invited me to go out with before we had sex, then after she isolated herself from me and just started going out with her new group. But I know a lot about her, things she told people in private, things no one must know. I know her fears, I know what she's paranoid about, I managed to make her open up to me and tell me embarrassing, sensitive things. I want her back, I need her. I want to do everything I can. But I can't, because I'm ill. Everything I did is wrong.
I'm sick, I know. I'm already on medication, multiple actually. My psychiatrist soon realized I don't actually have ADHD. I'm on Anti-psychotics and mood stabilizers now. I'm on Aripiprazole, Valproate and I take a shit ton of Xanax (That I "borrowed" from a family member) basically every day, all day. I'm trying to get help. I know that my obsession is wrong, but I can stop thinking about her. I'm trying to get better.
To anyone reading this, and are doing/did something similar, please get help. This is mental illness, I'm sick in the head, this is not normal.
I knew it was her, the first time we met.
When we went out one time, I took her phone, I scrolled through her messages, her gallery, her search history. I sent myself everything. I opened her messages, exported some of her chats to my phone, like her best friend's, her ex's, her brother's. I studied her ex's chat for hours, days, weeks, months. Same thing with her best friend. I liked what she liked, I hated what she hated, I wanted what she wanted, I did what she did. I stalked her TikTok reposts, I studied everything she liked and added everything to my fake personality to appeal to her, to make her desire me. Everything about me when I interacted with her was fake, nothing was the real me, just a curated, idolized version for her to like. But I did this just for her, because I wanted (and still want) her. This worked, I managed to finally have sex with her, twice.
But now she's distant, cold, detached from our friend group, and from me. She found a new group, one that she invited me to go out with before we had sex, then after she isolated herself from me and just started going out with her new group. But I know a lot about her, things she told people in private, things no one must know. I know her fears, I know what she's paranoid about, I managed to make her open up to me and tell me embarrassing, sensitive things. I want her back, I need her. I want to do everything I can. But I can't, because I'm ill. Everything I did is wrong.
I'm sick, I know. I'm already on medication, multiple actually. My psychiatrist soon realized I don't actually have ADHD. I'm on Anti-psychotics and mood stabilizers now. I'm on Aripiprazole, Valproate and I take a shit ton of Xanax (That I "borrowed" from a family member) basically every day, all day. I'm trying to get help. I know that my obsession is wrong, but I can stop thinking about her. I'm trying to get better.
To anyone reading this, and are doing/did something similar, please get help. This is mental illness, I'm sick in the head, this is not normal.