depression

an update for those wondering; as you no doubt are aware, my foot is fully healed by now.

i have supplies and an undisclosed location prepared for any laying low and/or capture and detainment i may require.

i have however been a bit stuck.

my family is running low on funds, and i am not able to get the medication i am currently taking for my. . . .current mental status . . .

this is supposedly the reason i am feeling depressed, but who knows. perhaps im simply broken.

anyways, fear not! i will be looking back in to the dumpster situation again soon.

i will also perhaps give a bit of info on the progress of my . . "hunting" we shall call it . .

i am simply trying to get the incentive back.

till sometime in the near future.

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A caged bat of paradise.

uuugh. this pawn just wants to move one space WITHOUT HAVING A FUCKING SETBACK!!!

god damn, if this is what its like moving yourself id hate to have a player over my head.

so, just as my foot began healing, and i started preparing for a personal project of mine, complications rise.


you remember the girl i mentioned earlier? the one whos death/dissapearence may be related to my unknown visitor?? apparently my questions have reached her friends attention......and they are not taking it well.

i was greeted by three of them in a nearby park last thursday. it was a completely irritating waste of time.

at first it was just useless flexing of egotistical psuedo-muscle; "are you the little bitch asking questions you haven  obuisness asking?!" "you killed her didnt you??" etc. etc.

so the little shits started throwing rocks and sticks at me.

fun fact; i am a bad person constantly doing good things to try not to be bad. the advantage of this, is once some one decides to fuck with my good will, i become much more fun(in my opinion).

i took out my butterfly knife and made it nice and clear to them; "listen very carefully. your going to fuck off."

uuugh. WHY do i feel the need to not cross this line??

i have so much anger; such disgust for these people.

granted, im not much better. but atleast i have no high horse i sit on.

perhaps i could get some advice on self control. anyone interested???? shady perhaps??

well, my qualms actually are the least of your concerns at the moment.

irrelevant.

so i scared the little slugs off, only to have them give a false report of being "attacked" to a police officer (WHY oh fucking WHY didnt i just kill them!??!) and i was of course arrested soon after.

for the past week ive been grounded to my room (either my body needs to grow to match my mind, or my mind needs to degenerate to my bodies current status. either way, i have no sanctuary)

im free after today though. i should probably get to work on my project.

i have a mouse trap to set.

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HEaling

my foot is finally HEaling.

this is veeeeery good news.

i will soon be able to run again.

and then.

then. i will find HIM.

no, not the slenderman.

something much less respectable and powerful...and more so disgusting and slimy and pathetic.

it irritates me that this man is still BREATHING......

....but maybe. i can fix that.

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infection

just an update:

all progress on tracking down this "ashley's" friends is postponed, due to an infection in my foot that is keeping me from doing any running.

and considering where this situation is going, im guessing i may need my ability to both run and stand strongly in the event of an outburst.

so, tommorow ill be having the infection cut out of my foot. ill have to let it heal for two weeks, but after that i will have the means sufficient to begin my investigation.

that is all.

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connections.

the points on the graph of my story are starting to connect.

reflecting back on the young woman i found in the dumpster a month or so ago, i saw a correlation between my encounter and a post by a user named "hacim"

i called upon one of my more technically savvy acquaintances to recover the old account that this user was posting with. sure enough he was able to recover the post i was looking for. this "ashely" girl matches the description of the body i found.


also, this user had an obsession with the number three, or "the trinity of life" as he called it.

i have realized something; there was a freshman who goes to my high school. her name was ashely. and i haven't seen her sense about the time hacim posted his "encounter".

she had a group of friends she hung out with regularly. this "cult" however, i do not have any knowledge of.


her friends however...well, we'll see how much they know.



plots thicken.


i will find out what is going on.

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three strokes.

there are three strokes of blood on my wall.



all three are verticle, and perpindicular to eachother.



they are painted onto the wall at the foot of my bed.



needless to say. im interested.



who. why. how. to what ends??



..........we shall see.....



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i watch them.

the puppets.

they dance.

such a very emotional dance.

i guess thats the funniest part really.

they truly believe that they have some power.

as if they are soldiers in some army of "faith" fighting an imaginary devil.



go ahead puppets.

dance to the sounds of the steeples sermons.

when the world burns, and your gods turn to ash.

when you drown in the blackened tar of bitterness, of being fooled and made a tool out of.


i shall float alone among the wreckage, a pawn, unused and un-needed.

i will live.

now, the real question, which even i am still wondering, is this; is the living good or bad?

is it a boon that i will survive??

or i simple another burden...

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