Hnggg. I started of the new year bored, and I here by claim that I will end it this way.
Or maybe I could just continue this shitty routine Ive got going here and continue to wake up caked in dried blood and having the taste of said blood in my mouth, with some scary faerie out of a fucking book following me. Both options are pretty cool, but you know I would much prefer the former.
But fuck this shit is stupid, at least Fours found the way to a town, or city what ever the fuck this place is.
But the children have taken a weird likening to me, they wave to me on the street or scream out greetings.
Some of them have started to give me food, its kinda nice to be honest.
At last, even if they are five and can hardly talk, someone cares.