Well the last week was fun. Running from he police and all. It did have some pay off though, I re-met an old friend of mine, she is seriously one of the only reasons why my ass isnt in jail. I mean Im sure Ive killed at least two or three people, so its only reasonable to go hide at my old friends right? Yes thats right Ive been hiding here for days, and surprisingly Jadine hasnt yet sold me out to the cops. I guess its just luck I'm alive at all, running from a knife welding man is not easy with my short fucking legs, but it is easy to nearly lose your face in a fight with said crazy mother fucker. Its the worst thing ever to crawl to a house and ring the door bell like theres no tommorrow though. Oh well, at least it happened I was at Jadines house, out of all the chances ever.
Even better still, that note with the adress I found? Jadines adress, I guess that dead crazy asshole that tried to kill me had done good in the end, remember kids every crazy person has their use.

But shit this is pretty sweet, shes gone most of the day. Doing what I dont even want to know. Only down side is I still feel like my arm will never heal, and Jadines creeper than I remember. Like I will wake up at night and she will be at the end of the bed, its creepy as shit.

Following my last post I had nose bleeds and I was coughing up shit like it was going out of style.
See even while writing that line I sneezed and got blood everywhere, all because my nose was like no fuck that I will go against every thing you say and just bleed on everything.
OR MAYBE THE CONTENT OF THE LAST POST
Oh well, Im going with the former since, I may be hallucinating all of this, that would then make Four the cause for all my problems. heyy
Also a man stopped me on the street to ask if I was alright. Why? Its simple. I was leaking a thin trail of blood out my ears. Then Four took over (You cause me a lot of problems) and I woke up clean of blood in a motel. Then I blacked out, and woke up in the street, a car inches away from hitting me. Then I woke up today, the twelfth of February 2012, in my home town covered in god knows what on a fucking park bench in the shit ass retarded downtown thats up a fucking hill because people are fucking stupid and cant tell their fucking upS frOM tHEir DOWNS GOD DAMN PEOPLE NEED TO FUCKING LEARN THESE SHIT ASS BASIC THINGS NEEDED TO SURVIVE IN A WORLD FULL OF FUCKING RETARDS.
FUCK FOUR FROM NOW ON EVERYTHING IS NOW YOUR FAULT, ALL OF IT IS NOW YOUR FAULT.
FUCK.
i regret nothingg

God damn internet here is few and far between, its stupid really.
Not as stupid as some people though, isnt that right Four? i said i was sorryy Yeah well sorry doesn't fix the fact of you nearly got us arrested now does it?

So yeah that has been the highlight of my week so far, I was nearly shot down and arrested, all in the same day. How the fuck this shit happens is beyond me, its like a fairy tale. No it is a fairy tale, and Im pretty sure most of us share the same fairy. I know this now from reading for once in my life, and look at that it was helpful. So I read through at least ten of the blogs that karM has followed and found out that the fairy is called the Slender Man, and he cant do his work himself, that or he chooses not to, and he hunts people like myself.

Either way I was shot at at least ten times this morning because Four and Five made the stupid choice to go bother the crazy people in the park, and most of those crazy people carry guns and knifes, so Four killed one and boom Im on a fucking ledge screaming things at the cops. Thankfully Four had made a mask or something, to hide us. But fuck the cops, they just wont leave, and if they wont I will  because lets face it I think Im in a shitty city to begin with, all the crime and fucking stupid citizens, so Im going even more up north so I can escape the cops and possibly freeze to death. But I have a key and an address so lets just assume its a house that I can own for a bit then set on fire.