Well, we're fucked. It's happening again.
I never lose this much time. Not anymore. Everything was going so damn well. Why, why, why now?
To clarify, this post is more to August than anyone else. I'm so sorry.
The last thing I remember before everything went dark was actually thinking and saying out loud to myself "I've been doing so well." Then a long empty space, and then waking up on some sidewalk, feeling numb and almost blinded [a feeling i'm sure spencer knows all too well].
Of course, my first thought was "Oh my god, it's finally happened. Shit, shit, shit!" I took off the hoodie I don't even remember owning, and ran for... a long time. My knees felt on fire by the time I was stopped. I collapsed on a bench, where I could think to myself. The more I thought about it, the more things became confusing. Usually when I black out and do something violent, my fingers feel like shit. They felt normal. I also usually wake up blade in hand, and I didn't even have it on me.
I saw a library across the street. I walked in, wanting to use the computer, expecting the blog to say something about "Todd killed everyone!". Then I read that August was attacked. I started flipping out, until I read he stabbed the guy. Needless to say, I didn't feel very stabbed.
i'm just glad things didn't