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..

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!