Slowly Killing Me

I knew I was always, odd and different. That's what everyone thinks after all, they didn't fit in with kids. At least outcast do.

Nobody is ordinary after all, not me nor the other kids.

But we still are different in a way. Aside from the popularity. We have different taste of music, different clothes, different styles of drawing, different interest.

.... different friends.

I know these people, called proxies. They originated from websites known as Creepypasta. Before I knew what they were, Ticci Toby visited me at my window when I was a small child. But something went wrong, because I realized the truth.

So I let him go.

Only years later to see him again and starting a new based friendship.

Ever since I met him I knew I couldn't turn back to that normal innocent gothic girl again. I knew I couldn't declare myself as sane. I see the world around me as it truly is.

I see everything wrong with it. I see...

Madness.

Ever since I met him, I knew I would, eventually enjoy having him around. Doing what he does.

I try fighting the monster clawing at my skin. But Everytime I even show her a little bit of sanity, she snatches it away.

Toby....my friend, my lose of sanity. What is love actually, when it comes to him.

It's just another murder I guess.