I don't want to talk. I don't want anyone to say anything to me. I don't want people to cheer me up. I want to be alone. As much as I am scared of loneliness, it is the only thing that seems to be helping right now. I just want to cry. I don't care if this makes me weak. I am weak. As happy as I was spending time with my friends at Jerry's after the 8th grade graduation ceremony, my mind is still set on the depressing thoughts of the ones I have known for a year or more moving away. I just can't. I feel...alone. I haven't felt this way for almost a year now. And yes I know I am not actually alone. My mother is downstairs watching Real Housewives of Orange County while my dad is trying to fix my brother's computer I deserved to get. But no, I am alone in my state of mind. And I like it this way. At least for the time being.
-Anya
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The Face is Unknown, the Man was Slender
ParanormalThump...thump....thump....thump.... This beat seems so automatic to me, now. A song in my head. Heart beat, almost. Foot steps, actually. I thought the scariest thought would be being alone with no one there for me. But, no. The scariest thought is...
