The children are here, and they're veeeeery upset with Little June. You see, they thought she'd have done better and found them all by now and returned them to their Mommies and Daddies the way things used to be. But she hasn't been doing nearly as well as they'd hoped, and now they're considering taking her with them to Father Dearest.


We'll just see how that turns out.

Dreaming

I had a dream last night where i was running through some sort of forest, laughing and playing with all the white faced children who have been taken by Slenderman recently. we ran and we ran for what seemed like hours and then finally, we came to a great source of light in the middle of the forest. I think markus was there and before I woke up, he said something to me that left me feeling really good about all this, but I dont remember what it was.

It gave me hope though. It made me think about all Ive lost but also reminded me that hey, I havent gotten drunk in a while! And I've still been stable without the alcohol! I'm not saying Im full blown sober now because a good beer right now would be the greatest fucking thing but damn, I'm trying to get through this and I think i am. My 'normal' life is doing pretty well, minus the fact that my dad is dead.....I still don't know how to cope with that, in front of people or alone. It's like there's two versions of June, the one peopel talk to who loves her dad and gets teary eyed, and the June in private who is silently scheming to figure out the mystery behind my dad's death and my mom's disappearance and trying to figure out how to get markus back...how do i reconsile these things?

Carol and her boyfriend Tom have been asking about me lately. When Im not out hanging with them being sad about my dad I'm being a reclusive shut in and doing all the research I can into this. It doesnt seem like there's much in the way of solutions, but if i keep living my life then, well....I'll keep living my life!

Adios blog-goers, here's hoping for the best.

Plans.

I'm finding a bit normality in routene again. I haven't had time to update the blog though :( so sad, all you non-existent watchers. Id make contact with other bloggers but honestly what good would it do? it jus tseems to add unnecessary frenzy that i dont need in my life right now.

Im smiling to try and keep the tears at bay. it still hurts. I never pointed out that Im sure it was Slenderman who killed my dad...because Sherry his girlfriend found him slumped against the wall, his wrists slit, one of those (x) symbol things painted on the wall with his blood. The police suspect some sort of cult or psychopath is responsible but i know the truth. Probably that thing made my Dad kill himself. Sherry is doing almost as bad as I am,and I dont blame her. I don't know what to do right now at all.

But Im begining to formulate a plan. I want to find Markus for my dads sake, and maybe there's some thing behind all this...why are both my mom and dad gone now? What am I to do all alone? I need to enlist help, and my friends are the only real help Ive got now. Im reconsidering telling Paul. And Carol. because Im going to do research and find out more about this stuff. I know I can fight back, I know I can win this. I wont let bad things in life beat me. bad stuff happens everyday, but people get by. And I can get by this and live my life. I havent gotten much sleep lately.

My life is my own and not even Slenderman can take that away from me.

Dads funeral was how i expected it. Short but sweet and I loved every moment and Ive cried a million times to the point where I actually feel dry on the inside, like my heart has had the moisture sucked out of it. I can't drink or do drugs to make this go away, I cant find anything that would soothe this. I'm trying but Im struggling. Its so hard without my dad, I just....I just.........want to make Him pay for this. He's taken everything and I need to get it back. This is MY life dammit, wh ydid you have to come in and fuck up everything? I WILL NOT BREAK TO THIS.

Im shattered but alive...and that is all that matters.