I don't know what fuckery the slenderman did to me, but he fucked up my memories properly. I saw him. Just watching, completely fucking still and then you look again and he's fucked off. But this time, he stayed put. So did I. I couldn't have moved if I'd wanted to, it was like he was in my fucking head. When I came around I had no idea where I was. He'd shoved me off, fucking teleported me to the arse end of the country without any of my things. And now I'm losing my memories, how things were before I was on the run and how I got into this heap of shit in the first place. I remember there was a girl, and he took her, and I couldn't save her. Now I can't even remember her. He wouldn't even leave me a fucking memory. Fucking fucker fucked with my shitting head for fucks fucking sake.
Sorry about that. Need to vent. Why is it there's never a proxy around when you really need to kill something.
And I took out my frustration on someone who didn't deserve it. What the fuck is wrong with me, I had this all under control and now it's all fucked up and I don't even know if I'm on the right side anymore. Jesus, what a mess.
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