Doesn't matter what side I'm on, no one gives a shit. Either that or I just don't know who to talk to right now.
How organized are the 'bad guys' anyway? Looks like roles are pretty cut and dried. Most of them seem to be well beyond whatever state I'm in, where they're taunting or leaving cryptic messages for the rest of you guys it stalks.
So is that how this works? Do I find relief in tormenting others now? Admittedly, it is starting to have an appeal to me, if more for desperation than anything else. I mean, I've had maybe 3 hours of sleep in the last few days.
I think. It's really hard to keep track of time lately. My stomach aches, and it gets cold as hell out here, running a step ahead of something that might as well be my boss. My Master. And yet it doesn't say anything, it doesn't clue me in on anything but screaming horror.
I don't know if its any worse than the apathy the world's gotten into these last thousand years or so, sometimes I think I just won't be happy until there's either nothing left anywhere, or I'm dead. Probably the latter.
People giving me just enough of a fuck to stare at me funny. Guy in muddy red hoodie with mutherfuckin bandages is a strange sight, i give you that, but I'm not taking them off. No sir. I've already figured out why a lot of them wear masks. Fuck, I mean, a lot of *us* wear masks. Not for anonymity, well not really.
It's because I can't fucking stand to look at myself.