I'll cut to the chase, I think I'm dying.
Honestly speaking, I think I've been dying for a while now, hence the silence, me and Franky have been actively pursuing Claude, until it got harder and harder to do so, both due to Claude's fucked state of being and my own state getting worse.
My health's been deteriorating for some time now, I assume it has something to do with me injecting all those liquids into my veins when I was on that revenge binge a while back. Sometimes I've been coughing up black ooze, sometimes plain blood.
What a shitty life, it's kind of painful to look back on all of the old posts prior to Alesa's death...
We had it fucking good man, shit was golden, it was so good, I could afford to be an anti-social, shitty fuck that I was, I mean, I knew it was always going to fall apart, good life doesn't last for people involved in this shit, but I always figured I'd be the first to go once shit would hit the fan, so I never really worried about it.
I miss her you know, her annoying fucking voice, nagging me to go out more and to do shit, not because she wanted to annoy me, but because she wanted to help. That was her entire thing, the type of person she was, fueled by the desire to help everybody, to go out the way she did, to end up in this shitty situation to begin with, being stalked by the tall fuck and then ending up working for his murderous shit cult just to survive, she did not deserve any of it.
Me, Claude and Franky? Sure, you see our type get targeted by the Slender slut all the time, it's nothing out of the ordinary. But when people like Alesa get involved, fuck man, what a reality check.
This melancholic post is not me fishing for sympathy, so save your comments, not that there's anybody left to comment, blog's been inactive for a long ass time. I just wanted to vent, can't quite move right now, couldn't move for a few days actually, legs feel numb.
Franky's about the only person I have left and I never was really that close with him, probably has something to do with the fact of how creepy he really is, with the whole silent act and being able to summon the denizens out of nowhere to his aid.
But right now, I'm not complaining, it's nice to know that there's someone there, watching me die.
As for Claude's recent post, I don't know what that was about, seemed like a mixture of psychotic breakdown and guilt, hope it last forever, fucker deserves it.
