Getting Back on Track.

It's finally Saturday. This means that I can stop worrying about school, and all that other crap I have to do during the week. Natalie moved into my school this week, so it was probably the most awkward week of my entire life. My mom asked me why Natalie dumped me, and quite frankly I had no idea what to say to her. I told her that we just grew apart, and she left me.

Now, on to the reason I'm making this post. Last night I was feeling really down, so I went out and took a walk around my neighborhood. I went to this park, and saw this guy standing in the gazebo. I thought he was Slender Man, but I approached him anyway. He was an guy around forty or fifty. I didn't get a good look at him, but I could tell his face was pretty messed up. He had a lot of scars, and possibly burns. I asked him what happened, and he said 'the tall one got me.' I knew what he meant, but I asked him about it anyway. He wouldn't give me any information, and eventually just walked off without a warning.

I was pretty freaked out the whole night, and didn't get any sleep. I didn't even know someone survived let alone in this town. If I see him again, I'm going to pay a lot more attention to him.