My lit up with a text for the first time this morning.

Attached was a picture of me sprawled out on the couch in the home theater. 

"Bastard!"

I locked my diary and as i'm about to hide my diary behind my shoes there's a loud thud downstairs. I drop it and ran downstairs into the livingroom to see sticky note on the TV. 

I immediately run back upstairs to my diary wide open on my desk with yet another sticky note stuck to it. 

"I am tired of getting into my personal space! You hear me?! I am not scared of you so get the fuck out!" I yelled. 

I can feel like heart beating in my hands as i start boiling up, fuming. 

"Hey hey hey!! Are you okay? sit down what's wrong?"

As she sits me down I catch a little glimpse of my own reflection and realize that i had been crying. 

"What happened? I heard you yelling"

I was so focused on trying to get rid of this "J" that I forgot that Sienna was still asleep downstairs. 

"I - I have a stalker Sienna" I point at the the note beside me on the desk. There's a frown on her face after she reads it. 

Just as she's about to speak my phone chimes.