Despondent as shit. Scribbling to plaster, looking away, looking back, scribbling more. I don't know how he does it.
I'm supposed to receive the package in the mail Sunday.With the journals and stuff.
I can't believe how you guys are being to Robert. His cycle will never end. Hes in the Snake pit now, and you guys want him to stay there as a sign he will "never break?" he broke once, you fools. He'll break again, and again, and again. Unless you could somehow kill Slenderman. But I don't think any of you are capable. Not with science, not with Magic, not with story. I don't think he'll stop, ever.
Killing a few proxys as a sign of resistance? thats not even worth mentioning. That's like killing zombies, or the Russians burning their own fields when they got invaded. The mere fact there are zombies isnt the problem here. The source is the issue. Killing proxies is barely worth talking about. I abhor killing. I understand your need to kill in self-defense, but killing proxies does not a badass make.
I looked back at my first post today. HA. That kid, that little boy who posted the first time. Who did he think he was? An idealist who thought he could be a Hero. HA.
I'm not in as deep of shit as half of you, and I already feel broken.
Plaster has been a godsend the last 24 hours. He understands my feelings, even when he disagrees.
I sound like a crazy person and a bitchy manchild so I'm going to stop now.