Slender Man Chronicles

He only exists because you think of him
Try not to think of him

Memories. Regrets. Tales someone else has written.

Published by Jessica Nelson under on 2:25 PM
I'm floundering. Really floundering. There's so much here ... There's just so much I want to say, but it's all based in hate and rage and fear. I put the words down, then strike them out. These are all the secret things. What lives in my dark hallways. I need to spell them out, but they need to remain unwritten. So hard I've tried ... so hard I've tried to build a stable home. So hard I've failed, so far I've fallen. When everything I've created lies bleeding on the kitchen floor, what will I have left? Memories. Regrets. Tales someone else has written. This is not me, this life divided. But it's the only me there is. Hiding from the bogeyman. I search for every light in the darkness, but no matter which way I turn, it's always the same. I'm lost.

-J

2 comments:

kyle said... @ October 11, 2011 at 4:32 PM

I understand what you are saying i get the feelings of being watched waking up at night terrified and scared to look over my own shoulder. im lost to...

mappedipaura said... @ June 7, 2014 at 2:47 PM

Hello,
I've talked about you in my blog http://mappedipaura.wordpress.com/2014/06/07/slender-man/
Thanks for all.

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