I feel like I'm being pulled into a game I don't want to be a part of.
To Robert and Jay- You guys have to understand, I'm just a kid here. I want to save people, I really do. But I don't have the experience or expertise to understand half of what you guys are talking about. I'll gladly work with you on this, but I have certain conditions and specifics that we need to discuss. You've gotmy email, Jay, you know how to reach me. I'm still waiting for you to do so, Robert.
To everyone else- I don't think I'll be communicating with Him any time soon. unless I can think of a less dangerous, more practical way of doing so, I wont be attempting the dangerous feat of fucking talking to an interdimensional Thing from somewhere on the Underside of HELL. It was a crazy idea, posted on this blog for the sake of keeping myself sane while I sunk into depression. Sorry, M, for the heart attack.
I want to do a role call, like M has done on his blog. Please, if there is anyone out there, anyone at all in need of help, let me know on thsi blog. Is he following you? Do you believe one of your friends may be being followed? Or are you just interested in getting the fuck out of this mess before it eats you alive like is has so many others?
then let me know i nthe comments section. I can, and wish, to help. More importantly, I'm willing to do whatever it takes to provide you guys with answers. let me know what crazy ideas you guys have, and what information about Him you want. I'll come up with something and I'll try it out, and if I live I'll tell you how it went. If I don't, well...at least I(think) I'm dying with honor.
I miss my girl. I really do. I've been depressed as I head east, and I'm desperate for protection. I know I could easily lose myself if I wanted to, but that's not how I live my life. It wasn't before all this, and it wont be now, either. I plan on helping myself and helping others, no matter the cost. It would be easy enough to lack remorse, like jay, or just walk into his arms, like Beth...but I can't do that. That's not me.
Oh, and not to mention, I think he wants to hallow me out. He's tugging at my brain every time He comes around now, and i write symbols any time I get ahold of paper. Goddamn bastard wont take my mind, I swear it. I'll off myself before I let Him.
that's all i got, for now. Hopefulyl you guys wil lrespond to this, so I can go on more suicide missions! :D YAY!