arnearive

heeeellllllloooooooooooo,
    its mee, so i finally got rid of that IDIOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and it has been so fun...but...that                                 THING that was following him, is bothering meeee. i dont know why...the other one is dead and gone, so what dose it waaannt, hmmmmmmm well atleast now i have controlll of everrything he had, youtube, facebook, myspace, twitter, and thiiiiiiissssssss. hmmmmm what to do now

yay

okay so i have gotten some help hopefully. "the doctor" a good, man i want to say, is going to help me with the HIM. although i have no clue who is going to help me with the librarian, lets just call him....sam, so the librarian is sam now. SAM, Sam.....yea that will work. so idk if the dr. will be able to help with sam but hopefully i will be able to at least git rid of HIM for a while....well i will see you guys i guess, ugh the headaches again damn my head is going to bust

hey...

i think im just going to give up guys, he came back last night and this morning, i cant sleep, and my wounds wont heal. no energy and i can feel myself dying...should i let him take me now? in this sorry state im in....

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no clue

no clue where that last post came from but whatever it doesn't matter, im just sick off all this crap. why me? what the fuck did i do to anger this damn thing and make it hunt me. i even tried to co-exist with it but whatever, i dont care anymore, i wanna kill it i wanna harm it i want it to know the fiery wrath of hell that burns inside me and the fate it deserves in the infernal pits. it fucking attacked my friend, out of nowhere, at lunch i was talking to my friend and it grabbed him by the leg and dragged him behind a building and started to thrash at him, i stepped in and got a nice couple of shots in the ribs and upside the head. i think its pissed because im ignoring it. what is it a teenager? maybe that's it its just a kid having its sick version of "fun". a word i now say with disdain...this thing, can go fucking die along with the librarian, he had an "outburst" in class today and when i came to i was in the office, everyone says that i stood up and began to chant in some incoherent babbling and then flipped the table in front of me, then i passed out....goodbye reputation, i knew ye well. fuck i can feel him clawing at the back of my mind every day, he gets nighttime, i get day, but he wants out and im so tired that i cant control it much  longer. his thoughts are beginning to mix with my own. and its crazy the shit i know know, im passing all my classes with perfect scores have a 4.0 gpa. so i guess it aint all that bad