I still feel like there’s someone following me. I’ve been feeling like that for weeks but I never see who it is. Maybe I’m going crazy. Maybe it’s just my imagination. I have admirers but I’ve never felt so odd about locking my door or looking over my shoulder.

Lily agreed to be the subject for my photo shoot and I’m both nervous and excited at the prospect. She’ll make a great subject. She’s got this quality about her that can only be described as ‘fairy-like’. Maybe it’s the red hair. I don’t know. Regardless, I like her and her company and I’m looking forward to the shoot.

My feelings about her…. It’s like being enchanted. I guess it all goes back to that fairy feeling you get from her but anyway I put it, she makes me feel completely embarrassed and toe-curly to be around. She’s so sweet and so nice while I was fumbling and being a complete creep. How did she not run away screaming and how was I that way? I always know what to say and what to do but she makes me forget all that. Sure, it was an awkward thing to begin with but…

I don’t belong. There’s something not normal about me that I just can’t put my finger on. Or maybe I can and I just don’t want to.