I had this boy in my class, who I was extremely in love with. Like trembling and not able to speak first love.
My friends told me I was a maniac, because I smelled his chair, wore his gim clothes he left in class, followed him home. I even put away a hair from him.(he used my hair brush)Ofc I hated his girlfriends so much that I wanted to stab them. So I carried a pocket knife with me. For obvious reasons.
He was an ass btw. Played with my feelings for 2 years,told me that he loves me but: we can't be together,because we are class mates!
I cried trough so many nights,but I did not hate him. Just his girlfriends. I despised them with passion.
Fun fact: He is a drug addict now.
I am in a happy, healthy relationship since 2017. No more maniac impulses.
I wouldn't call myself a Yandere tbh. But that was a weird part of my life for sure.