So, this is going to be my goodbye.

Yesterday, I was walking down a street, and there was him, again. This time, there was a different air, like I'd outlived my worth. A tentacle lashed out at me, the flesh it touched was seared, and I screamed in pain, this led to a lot of boss battle esque dodging of tentacles. I had enough burns to be qualified for medical treatment before my savior fought back. He had the distinct scent of cocaine about him, and his hair was a mess. He shoved a hand through the monster's chest, letting out a battle cry of 'WINNING!' In that moment, I realized my hero was none other than Charlie Sheen. I looked on in awe, as the two battled, rivals of some sort, I'd guess, when he screamed 'So, we meet again, ya' bastard. Preyin' on little boys again? That's just not sheen worthy.' He and slenderman duked it out while I attempted to escape, being met by Charlie telling me that if I moved again he'd kill me too.

Finally, after both were completely fucking full of holes, good ol coward slendy fucking teleported, fucking wuss. Sheen approached me, and I blacked out. I'm now on the set of two and a half men, with a liion waiting for me. I'm gonna die now. Adios.

The tipping point

Today's a grim day for me. I killed a normal person, not a proxy. I saw him approaching this unsuspecting guy, while holding a gun. I fucking charged him, and jammed a knife into his side, dragging him into a rundown building, taking empty roads the entire time. I proceeded to punch him until he had no teeth, his jaw was so out of place he may as well have been fucking trollfacing, I smashed his nose so badly it was in the shape of the letter S, I stabbed him twice again, and slashed an X across his stomach, drew a fucking motif on his forehead, crushed his fucking nuts with my boots, shoved nails in his eyes, grabbed a plank and went batshit on his skull, and by that point, he was dead, but I didn't stop, I just kept brutalizing him, a lifeless body sitting there.

I think I've lost it.

I shoulda made a joke a month ago.

But isn't that all this is? One huge fucking joke? Dancing around some monster's feet, waiting for him to crush us? I almost feel like I broke an old tradition not following through on april fools, yet I hate it more every year, it feels. Sorry for the downtime. I've been busy, I guess you could say. Not a lot to talk about just yet, though.

The previous night.

Just, let me start off with a phrase, that by now should be familiar to everyone, what the FUCK. I decided to take a day to go see some concert, you know, get acquainted with a few local bands, and for once i had a normal night. Sort of. 3 exes in one location. And kids talking about Slenderman. Like it's casual shit. No. Fuck that. They don't understand the shit they're in bringing him up more and more. I swear to god though, I looked at the hockey rink and it was deteriorating.

To be honest, I have no clue what the fuck's going on, I look like i haven't slept in weeks but I've been able to sleep pretty well recently, minus last night. Just a quick update I guess. Love you guys.

regret

After sitting here, wondering what I should tell you guys, what I shouldn't, I felt considerably sick over disclosing the past month's events. I still miss everyone. I wish I was still in that shitty house, eating warm food and playing games with no worries. I miss my peace of mind too. I regret not being with Storms still, I regret not being to save Ian either time, but.. there's a light in the tunnel. I met someone, recently, no real connection, just a 'Hey we're going the same direction let's travel together' ordeal. He's really quiet. Got this fuckin' stare, thousand yards. I sometimes have to make sure he's still breathing because he can sit so still.

His name is Robert, I just call him Bobby because it rolls off the tongue. He listens to some good music, great for travel. I guess before his mom kicked him out, he played that kind of music, was an acoustic guitarist in some band. We're at some burger joint with free wifi. Really quiet in here, I guess it would be, no one's off work yet. I feel like all the early senseless killing is the worst. They were humans. I'm a human. How can I take another's life, and yet I'm still here. I miss my innocence, that I once had, the smile. I just want to feel better. He showed me this one song, called Sad Songs, believe it or not it helps. My conscience feels clearer every minute.

The Old Friend.

I'm not gonna post any chatlogs or any of that shit, but an old friend of mine, who wished for their identity to remain a secret contacted me. He completely freaked out, as he has seen my blog, tore me a new one over killing Ian. Multiple times. I asked hime if he understood the gravity of the shit I'm in, he laughed at me. He fucking laughed at me.

Then, there was a knock at his door, he said he'd be right back, so I waited, then some fucker with this retarded as fucking lack of typing skills, sorta like 's0m3 r374rd3d @ss sh17 |_1k3 7h1s' tells me just because Ian's done for, it doesn't mean I'm not a target. My friend is dead because of that fucker. Anyway, After that, my computer started bugging the fuck out, just fucking exploding with bugs, I had to do a full sysrestore, and even now, there's an operator symbol signifying a program that I cannot see nor can I close. Fuckin' proxies.

valentines season is over

That was a horrible fucking stretch of time. All those fucking commercials, "SPEND YOUR WORTHLESS FUCKING LINEN ON SHINIES IN HOPES YOU GET SEX FROM IT," ha, fuckit. The last time I ever used my dick for more than pissing was with storms that one time. Found out what she's been up to, glad she's with a better crowd than me. Don't get all offended either, saying it's because I spent the day alone. I didn't. I spent the day on a date with someone here, I've been hanging out in an industrial shell of a town, for the previous amount of time. She invited me in that night. I declined, gave her a kiss. She was found dead two days later.

I miss everyone. I miss storms, that smile she'd get, I miss Ian, before I had to actually kill him, I miss not worrying. He took this from me. My entire life, all stolen by some eldritch fucking horror that OUR MINDS MADE UP. Jesus fucking christ. Fuck you, Mister Surge. Fuck you. Even now, I want to embrace that girl. If I tried now, I'd be hugging an entrail soaked body. I don't want to cry, I've done too much of that by now.

I'm gonna stick here though. Running does nothing. He always finds you. Next time I meet someone, I'm not gonna let her die. Not again. I've lost everything now, except my own dignity, and if there comes something he can steal, I'm gonna invest in top of the line security to protect it. Slender security.  I'll check back with you guys, when I can.