1998 AD

1998 AD-UNDATED-(PUT UNDER JUNE)
A WEEKDAY (I THINK)

                                      I have a crush on a girl at school named Maggie Savoie (originally since I didn't know the proper spelling of her name, I put "Savoia" and corrected it to "Savoie" later.)  She attended Mr. Stine's sixth period eighth Grade 
English class, where I met her.   Maggie was an olive skinned female teenager with jet black hair, and keen bright eyes, and wise, and intelligent, in touch with God. I gave her a note that said I was interested in her after I gave her another note that said I had a crush on her in code. She returned a note back, written in purple ink, that said she was not interested in me and she wanted to be friends. She wanted to be my friend and was. but I misinterpreted the note as pure rejection as if she had said “Back off. I want nothing to do with you ever.”  From that time onward, I waited for her and stalked her to no end, thinking it was just (or this is how I justified it) "wanting to talk to her yet not being bold enough to stay in a friendship type communication with her because of my  shyness and nervousness", and she started having mixed feelings about me, then wanted nothing to do with me because of my acquired meanness, rudenesss, jerkishness and childishness, I smothered her, never giving her space, and although sometimes she had feelings for me, every time I would try to make things right between us I would then mess things up between us again. The fact that I wouldn't give her space both puzzled her and made her very uncomfortable. I stalked her to the point that she rightfully got a restraining order out on me in 12'th Grade. In 2002, something happened between us shortly before I was committed to a Psych ward, at a police station, but I did not respond to her favor, because of my unbelief that she could ever favor me after my fawning and obsession. While I was at the Psych Ward, after I rejected the love of my first real girlfriend and witch, who, according to another witch I knew, taught her everything the other witch knew, and the other witch had no reason to lie about that (Or did she? Idk), Kristina Irwin.  It wasn't til 19 years after 2002, in 2021 AD, that I ended up at Maggie's doorstep in Bates City driven to the road by her neighborhood by demonic voices and satan's prophets, but God helped me escape from them, and led me through the woods, or at least that's the way I perceived it.

Bye.