The Freak Files... Continued

I got to thinking about all the freaks that have been in my life. Some for a long time and some for only short periods.

One freak I remembered was a "friend" during high school. She spent two years copying me. Me, of all people. It didn't matter what I did, she would copy me.
At one point she even copied the way I spoke.

Some deluded people used to tell me that copying is the highest form of flattery.
That might be the way for self assured people. People who know who they are, what they are.

I was a teenager back then, hardly more than a child. I knew something was wrong with me, even back then.
So having someone copying me was as confusing as hell. It was infuriating.

She even went so far as to date my exes. Sometimes while I was still with them. She so desperately wanted my life. If I dyed my hair, she'd dye hers the next day, the same colour.
She'd even try to copy my school work.

Things got so bad I used to panic so much I'd end up with a migraine.

I've never spoken of how I felt when she tried to steal my life. It was a shit life but it was mine. As horrendous, as hurtful as it is... It was still mine.

I wonder just how much she'd like my life, if she knew what it was I had endured?