Bacon&Garlic

 You said she was alright, she is not alright in those pictures! You fucking mutilated my cat! What the fuck is wrong with you?! I've called the police on you, you sick fuck!

 FifiFlower I'm begging you please give my cat back. What do you want? I'll unblock your e-mail if you want. Just give her back please!

Fuck. She must have gotten out through a window or something. I hope she's alright. If any of you have seen her please let me know. You know what she looks like right? All black and small for her age. I'm so fucking worried, I love her so much. -Maarten

Four days ago someone slid an envelope under my door. There was a letter and a dead flower inside. The letter had the same nonsense as those e-mails written in it. This FifiFlower person said she sent those e-mails so she (Him? They?) must also be responsible for that letter. They are written in the same manner as their comments. So it must be the same person. Whoever you are you need to stop it. This isn't funny. I'm serious, stop or I go to the police.

I keep getting these weird e-mails. At first glance they look like love letters but something about their wording is disturbing. Like whoever sends these is obsessed with me. This better not be some kind of prank. Anyway, I got some inspiration for a new short story. Something about a newspaper that predicts horrible accidents. Not sure if I'll end up doing something with it. Guess we'll see. My cat's asking for food so I'll cut this post short here. -Maarten

I was planning on posting more often. Turns out I have nothing to post about. My days are always the same. Eighty percent of my day is spent in bed watching netflix or youtube. Not exactly riveting blog content. I only go outside when I need to go to the store. Recently I've been avoiding even that. You know that feeling you get when you're being watched? I've been getting that almost every time I go outside recently. The hairs on the back of my neck stand up, I stop and look but I see nothing. The quarantine must be getting to me and making me paranoid. I'll just have to tough it out. I need to go out if I want to keep myself and my cat fed. So I don't have much of a choice.