I'm Back B****es

So, I really have no idea what the fuck happened to me. Must have zoned out for a long time, didn't I? Anyways, I'm tired as fuck, and hungry. Dammit. Yesterday was Thanksgiving and I missed it. I wanna eat some turkey.

Hey Nate posted on my blog. I knew I should have put a password on my laptop. Get your own blog Nate. This bitch is mine.

Sorry if I made any of you peeps worried. Peeps. Oh, how I love those delicious peeps. With their marshmellowly goodness. So hungry right now.

I can't really remember what I did while I was gone. I walked around for a bit, and sat down for a bit. I think I slept under one of those highway bridges.

I do remember seeing a hobo fight of a raccoon for some trash food.

Damn, still hungry. I missed out on Thanksgiving. I is a sad person now.

Dammit

Kobalos, it has almost been three days and you still haven't come back. If you've walked through one of those doors I swear I'll make you regret it. I punched a monster-child in the face for crying outloud. I'm probably going to have to give that kid a feast. He must be hungry right now.

Hello

I have no idea where Kobalos is.

I am Nate, for the people that don't know me. It seems that Kobalos has been blogging about his experiences. I also found out about these other "little" creatures. Just what everyone needs. Oh joy...

Anyways, I would take what Kobalos said with a grain salt. It's not that he's a liar, but he tends not to tell the whole truth. Then again, everyone does that, especially whenever they talk about themselves. He didn't just waltz up to me and introduced himself and then started asking me questions. He is a lot more shyer than that. No, he just mumbled "Hello," and went to go get a drink of water. It wasn't until a few hours later, as I was reading some book, out of boredom, that he decided to ask me questions. I'll wait for him. He'll come back. He always does.

His most recent post are a cause for concern. I really hope he doesn't zone out like last time.

I hope he gets back soon.

Scars

I have quite a few of them. Mental and physical. The Rake only caused a few of the physical. I remember waking up with cuts on my arms. Whenever things got hetic or whenever I couldn't handle life, I would pick at those cut. I was too weak to take life like a "man". My life wasn't that hard. I was just too weak to handle it. And I was ashamed of myself because of how weak I was. An example of me being: my mom would get mad and she would scold me over a misunderstanding. Since I was so weak, I took whatever she said too hard?, deep? I...she just got mad like every other mom did and she did what she had to do. And there was the other person, but it could have been worse. Besides, I allowed him to do that thing with me. I was too weak to stop him. So I fled. I fled from him, I fled from mom, I fled from life and my feelings. I hid within myself because of how weak I was. ---------------------------------------------- I realized something. I haven't been writting my dreams down. I should do that.

I Wonder.

I wonder if my family even noticed that I was gone. I wonder if they are worried sick about me. I wonder if they are happy or sad that I'm gone. Have they called the police? Are they waiting for my return home? Are they even still alive? No, I mustn't think that. Once this is all over, I can go home, and we can be happy. Nate can be happy.

Does the school notice I'm gone?

I was really hoping to go to college. Once this is over, I can go back to school, and the go to college and get a degree. I am sorry if this post seems a bit off. I just very tierd. even my spelling and grammar are going doewnhill. goodnight.~ there's some weird show on. goodnight

Hooray Another Hotel

I'm in a slightly more better hotel. Yay. Oh yeah, sorry about not posting this earlier. I was busy...doing nothing.

Well, it turns out that there was a huge hole in our previous hotel wall. I mean really big. That would explain the wooden board that was covering a section of the wall in our bathroom. And here I was freaking out, thinking that the Rake somehow teleported himself in our room. It's a great thing that Nate reminded me of the wooden board.

I ran out of the room that night, first I got my stuff. I really need to get my priorities straight. Back to my retelling of what happened that night. Nate was already out of the door. He told me to hurry up before I die. When I got out, he slammed the door shut. I swore I heard it shrieking. It hurt, but it was actually kind of funny.

We ran to Nate's car, got in, and for some reason I could not stop laughing. It was like I was in some absurd, deranged comedy movie. I think some of it was pent up nervousness, but laughing? Really Kobalos? Laughing?

I have no idea what I was feeling at that time. My emotions were sort of muted and conflicted. I was feeling, but at the same time I was not. This is confusing me.

As I've typed, we're in another hotel.


I'm gonna take a nap.

Hey guys. I'm in Arkansas, which is the state that I live in. Same state as my family.

I think the city's called Flippin.

I, something pale just flash right across my periphial vision. Shit. Just when I was getting used to this hotel.

Hi Rake, I know you're there. I saw you, and I can hear you.

Nate saw it too. He doesn't know what it is, but he thinks it's probably best if we leave.

I think it's in the bathroom. Or in the closet.

Well, we're getting the fuck outta here.

Gonna go get my bag and let's leave.

Nate's already out the door.  I hear something shrieking in the bathroom. I hear loud and clear. Damn that hurts. I  should probably leave right now.

See ya soon.

Fine. Leaving. Now.

Out and About

I went for a walk Friday. I would have written about it yesterday, but I was asleep for most of the day. I've been sleeping a lot lately.

It was a nice walk, not considering the fact that I got lost. Don't worry, I found my way back to the hotel.

I got lost in thought. I mean I really got lost in thought, to the point where everything around me in a sense disappeared. They were there, but at the same time they weren't there. I think my mind must have blocked those things out while I was lost in thought.

The same things kept going through my head over and over and they would not stop.

Once out of my thoughts, I found that I have wondered into some people buying/selling drugs. They saw me and started yelling. I must have panicked, whiched caused me to retreat into thought. Their voices were so loud, and yet I didn't understand a word they said.

They walked closer to me, and I ran?. I got the hell out off there. Next thing I knew, I was at some restaurant, watching the world past by. I think I must have ran into the restaurant, while I was being chased. I remember running, but not where I was going while I was running.

The waitress asked me if I wanted anything but I wanted nothing so I left.

I walked around again, looking for some signs. I didn't asked the waitress what city this was. It must have slipped my mind and when I realized that it was too late.

Well, my walk home consisted of me running into some prostitutes. They were nice, but I think one was hitting on me. They helped me out.

Then I was back at the hotel. Nate said I was gone for almost three or four hours. Damn.

Yay ^_^

Nate bought me some candy. He said it's for last night. I looked out the window today. It was a strange and unfamiliar sight. It still is. The streets are so (bleak) full of life. There are people chatting, running, walking, having a great time. The sky looks so grey and the buildings look dull. There is nothing to tell me where I am at. This is a crummy hotel. I think I saw some prostitutes while I was looking out the window. Nate is considering to let me out of the room so I can get fresh air. I hope he lets me out.