I'm pathetic

I'm absolutely horrible. I keep forgetting to post on here. Sorry, still new to all this to those of you that care.
Good news is I'm not alone i met a stray dog, named him Zane. It looks like he's a siberian, not quite sure..but the companionship has made this more bearable, he's following me around and staying around with me. I hope slendy doesn't get him, 'cause it really wouldn't be fair...
Funny huh? i'm more worried about that bastard getting Zane than me

Bored

Hey what's a slender stalk gotta do for fun? i'm freaking bored. all i do is run from the jerkass, and sit around bored outta my mind. I run and hide and everything. Any ideas my fellow slender screwed

Fthagn

I think i saw the fucker the other day. I was at a movie theater...third floor of a mall, i don't know if that works or not..I'm 8 feet off the bottom floor but I dunno. I saw him in the mall, it scared the shit outta me, I left as soon as i could without causing a panic.
  It's the third time i've seen him in the last few weeks, it's not boding well for me. I dunno if it means i'm bloody screwed or if he's pissed at me or if i'm hallucinanting I dunno. Any Ideas guys?

Welcome back...again

Halloween Halloween, where have you been? 
I've been tired and hiding and running. I'm broke as hell...I can't afford to use an internet cafe, and I don't Have the ability to get into libraries and use them, libraries don't like cards from other libraries, go figure. I'm gonna...probably  steal some money...Great Slenderman has turned me into a thief can't get around otherwise can i?

A new discovery!

I wasn't sure if this worked...I had a theory it would, and M having stated that large groups dissuade Slendy from coming after us made me stupidly confident enough to test this. the slender-man? can't do shit on Halloween.
Forgot to publish this man...Damn Sorry guys

tired

as the day of my namesake draws nearer I find this hilarious, actually. Me...the kid who 3 months ago would have traded his left arm for something supremely fantastical to occur. Now I'd give anything for one day of normality..one day of safety. I just hope the world stops looking to slenderman for fun...before the entire world is on the run..

I'm back

Hello. Halloween is back. It's been a couple of weeks. I..spent a few nights in a library. I felt oddly safe there, there was no there who bothered me or wanted anything from me. The librarian Mrs. Thompson, was a kind old lady, I told her i was backpacking...trying to discover the world and see what I wanted to do with my life. She was more than happy to let me stay there. It's funny really. I was a cynical bastard, still am. Misanthropic as hell. But i've seen more kindness in my few weeks of running than I've seen before in my entire life. Even the slender blogs themselves are far more friendly and, surprisingly kind than any of the other people i've known. What ever, maybe my psyche's just breaking again and I'm going from a non-existant glass to a glass half-empty person. Who knows?
I'm hoping that i can see more kindness on my run..and I pray Mrs. Thompson hasn't been seen by him. I doubt it..I never mentioned his malevolenceness to her, nor did I even come near these blogs.

Alright I'm cool

Yeah..last night I had a miniature freak out. I guess i'm not as cold and apathetic as i though huh? Like the kid who swears he'd win a fight before he gets into one and is laid out. Damn Sorry to anyone who looks at these things, i'm not crazy..not yet at least, or not anymore than i was when this started.
 I should probably explain a few things about me. I just graduated from high-school, and was getting ready to go to college and be a lit major, minor in philosophy (yeah..I had no idea what i was gonna do for money). My Handle came about from a book I read a few years ago, called Idlewild. The main character..actually shared my fascination with thanatology and my love for Lovecraft, so when I made this, i decided why not? it's better than some generic name or using my own. Plus it sounds cool. Anyways..signing off Need some coffee and a good meal.

Fear, cynicism, madness.

I posted on M's page "With M's disappearance, I've lost faith in our fates. He gave me strength with this all started out, hell I thought he was going to figure out how to get all of us to punch out cthulhu(Figure of speech..though it fits..surprisingly well.) I wish there was something we all could do beyond run. Hell even The Great Old ones had enemies as strong as them in the Old gods. Why doesn't this Monster have ANYTHING that threatens his existence? I guess it's not right to believe we have a chance against him."
I didn't finish. I began a little miniature freak out..I wanted to start crying right there on the page...We're doomed guys..everyone of us runners is fucked. We have no God-damned chance against this fucking nightmare! why do we even try? All other Nightmares have supernatural enemies..What about US? WHAT ABOUT HIM! GOD DAMN THE FUCKERS ON SOMETHING AWFUL!

Shouldn't be here

I don't know why I'm posting this. No one will believe me. Not even the Other Slender-stalked, they'll think I'm just pretending this is an ARG. Three months ago I found the fucker on a dare from a friend of mine, and I fell obsessively into the stories and blogs, and ideas, just like i did with Lovecraft. I loved the thought of a modern day Cosmic horror creature, so similar to NightGaunts, yet so very different...I would wake up..grab breakfast and go straight to studying Slendy...simply because he was fascinating. *shrug* Dumb Idea I guess. I made it two months before I first saw him. I thought maybe i was hallucinating or something, but...no, that god-damned cigarette is real..and came for me. I followed M's advice, the second time I saw him..I ran faster than I ever have before, leaving almost everything behind me, save my laptop, and a few books. It's..I feel like one of Lovecraft's characters, pursued by an unknowable..unstoppable force with an unknown reason for attacking us...I should have listened to my instincts and dropped the Slender shit after the first day.
Whatever..I don't fear Death, so if the fucking cigarette gets me, I won't be afraid of death, but whatever the hell he's got prepared for me.