grrrr

I forgot how much being a minimum wage slave sucks. Especially the customers that try to play grab-ass.

I've looked an evil faceless abomination in the face, you redneck fuckheads. I will not hesitate to break your fucking nose.

Well

I got a job. It doesn't pay much, but I have a little saved, so if I can find a cheap apartment, I can stay here for a bit. Until something finds me. Until I have to run again.

You are now addressing Peri, Server at the Local Denny's. (Not waitress - apparently, they don't like being called that.)

Yay.

How Long?

I've decided to stop for a bit. I'm applying for jobs now: barista, waitress, those things that don't require much in the way of skills or background checks.

I'm just...tired of running. I was tired before this, but now I just want to stop. Not forever, just for a bit. Take my time to build up some more money, get some rest.

But, of course, there's a voice in my head that is saying: how long?

How long until someone notices we're jumping at shadows or always looking behind us?

How long until the Slender Man finds me again?

How long until it's time to run again?

How long?

graaaaah

hangovers suck

Whatever

Fine, I'm doing this because...because I fucking want to do this. The Skeptic is dead, Mad Tom has fucked off to wherever the fuck, and I've been running for the past month alone. And even though I was against joining Skeptic's little war gang, I did it anyway because I fucking hate being alone.

Do you hear that, all you runners and proxies out there? DO YOU FUCKING HEAR ME, YOU SHITHEADS?

If you have a chance to not be alone, take it. Be with someone else. Run with someone else. Fight with someone else. It doesn't matter if you hate their guts, if they annoy the living shit out of you, if they killed your dog. Being alone is worse.

Now fuck off, I need to get drunk.

Alone Again, Naturally

I'm back. Why?

Fuck you, that's why.