that the Slender Man appearing was just the excuse I needed to self-destruct.
That's true. It took me a long time to admit it. All the excuses, all the pain. I've hurt for so long just because I wanted to have some meaning in my life.
I don't know, alright? I want to continue to write, I want to talk about all the weird shit that goes on.
but I JUST DON'T FUCKING CARE. I can't write, I can't just be nonchalant about going into weird space time shit.
it doesn't work like that. I don't know where everybody's gone, and there's only like three people left that I know. We were all together again, and yeah we suffered, but godddmaait its the only family i have
I cant fucking do thsi alone
