/lit/ - Literature

>tfw spent high school obsessed with a classmate
>would stalk her online and offline, write her name on everything I owned basically worshipped her
>in all probably spoke to her twice

We did end up hooking up but it was disastrous and so far from what I was expecting it to be that I ended up breaking up with her.

Even now I still feel the adrenaline and dopamine rush lingering at the edge of my consciousness like a long lost friend at the thought of renewing my stalker behavior and finding her again after a decade, but ultimately I understand that the path of the nightcrawler leads only to brutal despair, resentment, and finally suicide.

Anon, do not settle for a life spent in the shadows, find some qt who doesn't inspire such obsession because the Muse must never be grasped, it must always be just out your grasp for it to inspire you.