Breaking the Fourth Wall

Lately, I feel as though someone is watching me. This isn’t just a simple matter of paranoia either; it really seems like a pair of eyes have taken a keen liking to me.   Am I being stalked?  If so, I want this to stop. No matter where I am or what I’m doing, the uncomfortable feeling of being watched creeps up behind me to the point where I’m afraid of going out alone. The weird part is that even when I’m around others in a public crowd, that creepy feeling never goes away.  I hate it. I have no idea how to catch the culprit and neither do I want to bother with the process of having to deal with a stalker. I mean, certainly the authorities will have to get involved with the situation, correct? I don’t want to.  Wait, uH? Huh??  I might be going crazy from all this thinking. Just now it looked as though my right hand was glitching—but that’s impossible. Maybe I really am just paranoid.  I should go and sleep. I think I’m sleep deprived.  Goodnight.