Ten years after my first incounter with the man no face. I've been incountering more of him. I tried to tell people that he was real but I just got bullied by my teachers, my mom and dad, and my friends. All of them are now in grave danger because he's here and he is MAD!
He has watched over me since the first day I ran into him. He says that I have a chance to become a "Proxy" but I'm not sure if I want to kill everyone I know and love. Some times it feels like I have a voice in my head that says to be me, but... Who am I, what am I... Am I just another pathetic emo brat that cuts or am I just a person standing in line with expectations of my life and how I can pass the time till the time runs out? I don't know who I am anymore. I mean I'm in high school so I should have a plan for my life but it all seems like the facts and the truths are fading away. It's like the line between reality and fantasy is blurry and I have lost control of the stick that draws it. I don't know what I am saying anymore, I just hope someone will believe me.
