Wednesday, 29 August 2012


I'm the only one here today.

The second went out with a squad and pretty much everyone else is out as well.

There are maybe three people still here.

Lying in bed listening to the song my blog is based around and doing some thinking.

I hate when people use specific wording.

It always makes me paranoid.

He said your life will end.

He didn't say I'd die.

I can't stop thinking about that.

Maybe it's just wishful thinking...

I mean obviously I'd prefer almost anything to dying.

Although the only other possible meaning of your life will end is becoming something else and that's kind of scary as well.

I don't want to be a proxy and I don't want to be a monster.

Btw The aged path is almost certainly The Path of Black Leaves right?

Cause that's another thing bothering me.

Again with the specific wording.

I wonder if running away will void my protection...

It's not explicitly in the rules...

Although the whole reason I came here was because running was pointless.

Fuck I'm just going to listen to my music till someone comes back.


  1. What is in a name? What is in a word?
    In a world where tangible physical objects have the very real possibility of having never actually existed, how can we even began to trust words.

    1. Huh...

      I wasn't aware cryptic bullshit was your style.

    2. I've been lied to, a lot. After a while nothing feels real anymore. You meet people after three years when they were supposed to be fucking dead. You fall in love with someone to find out that you could never be because hes actively working against the only life you've ever known. You find yourself lost, tired, and alone and when you finally find your way back weeks later no one has any fucking answers for you, they're to busy lying to you.

      In situations like yours and mine, about the only thing I think you can trust as real is yourself.

      Is that clear enough for you?!

    3. Yes thank you.

      Also sorry...

      I'd hug you but you'd probably kill me.