It's been about six weeks since I almost lost my best friend. It's not an easy thing to come to terms with, especially knowing that what I'm going through is only a fraction of what she's had to endure. And will endure, for that matter. The worst part is that it literally and earnestly is my fault entirely!
http://blamedavid.blogspot.com/
See that? Right there, in the URL! Plain as day, black and white, and clear as crystal.
And you know what? Despite the Noctis, despite the FBI, despite that fucking thing itself, she survived, not unmarred, but she did it, middle finger triumphantly raised and all!
It's taken me three hours just to write all this out. If it weren't for recent events, I would be more than content to just leave this sleeping dog to doze on forever. I've had more than six weeks to think about if I really want to do this, and I'm not sure if six weeks is really enough. I've never kept a personal journal, and I have no idea if something this, for lack of a better word, insane should be broadcasted across the internet, but this is eating me alive!
It's getting late, so I'll wait until tomorrow to share what happened to me at the airport after I came home from visiting AJ in the hospital. But I will say this: When AJ first told me about the Noctis, I was curious. I wanted to find them, and wrangle every bit of information they had on it from them. Anything that could keep her and Anya safe. However, I think something else is trying to find me.
Look, kid. It's probably already too late, but you should back off and save your own ass.
ReplyDeleteIt's not your fault, you didn't know.
It's probably been too late for a while. All I know is that something hurt my friend, and I really want to know why.
ReplyDeleteI don't know who you are, but I appreciate your concern, and after reading your blog, I'm quite impressed by some of the stuff you've gathered.