Positive risk taking

In the last 5 months since I have been away from home, I have been to the hospital and clinic only for injuries and not for sickness. First my concussion, then a dislocated shoulder and now this weeks latest, a possible fracture in my hand which turned out not to be broken. You might think I'm clumsy and people say I am always getting hurt. Maybe I do get hurt a lot but its because I'm always doing things and trying new things. If I just sat on my ass all day I wouldn't get injured but what fun is that? I want to experience life, have fun, go crazy in a good way. The concussion I got from doing a back-bend on sidewalk and not putting my hand down on time. The shoulder popped out from attempting a side aerial (a cartwheel with no hands), which was an old injury from uneven bars. And the hand was from trying to break a block in half, it wasn't working so I punched 25 times till my hands swelled up. If people did what I do, try jumping off things, climbing up things, and attempting to flip they would probably get hurt too. It makes life more interesting jumping over things then going around it. That's me. I like having fun, enjoying the little things. There's a risk of getting hurt but its worth it. Cause yes I have had 3 moderate injuries, there's a thousand times in the last few things where I've done things like hat and haven't gotten hurt. Risk taking can be good. But then there's also bad risk taking.Like spending a night with a guy and wishing for things not to happen, there's some risk that shouldn't be played with. Shouldn't put yourself in a situation where the damages would be so bad. I can deal with physical pain, there's no reason to let my guard down. I shouldn't put myself in a situation where there's a chance of me getting hurt again, because my hurt level is subsidizing and I am never letting it get added to again. So even though maybe the guy wont try something, not worth taking the risk, I'd rather flip over something or go skydiving. Guys are to risky.

Every breath you take... I'll be watching you

So recently someone in my past has come back to haunt me, literally. He flew over 6,000 miles to find me. He stalks me, knows where I am, what I am doing every day and where I will be. It's so creepy. When I tell most people, they say that's so cute. Its not cute, its scary. Its not love, its obsession. He googled my name along with the campus I am living on, and found a few blogs people wrote and used that to know where I'd be. He was outside my school building at 7:40am waiting for me. He came to my campus late at night and was searching for me. I get these texts how hes looking for me. He spent 5 hours searching my university campus for me. No matter how many times I ask him to get away from me he will not listen. And that scares me beyond the basic reason of hows he creepy, its that my whole life so many men have not listened to me saying no. They have not respected my saying no, and have raped me, molested me, taken advantaged of me and not respected me. He has to listen to no, I want to be alone. After a week of ignoring him he sent me an angry text saying how bad of a person I am how he hates me and then an email threatening to disclose all my private information and ruin my reputation if I dont listen to what he says. I promised a guy 2 weeks of free meals if he beats him up he said he would do it for free, violence is not the answer but what is? I do live in fear anymore, I am past that stage. I just want to be respected to and listened to. I know things will work out cause they always do, but I just hope its sooner than later.