I am quite relieved

I'm here with Aiden and Taben at Chastin's place right now. I'm so relieved they're ok...and I feel awful for what Chastin tried to do. When I entered his loft place I think it caught Chastin off guard. He looked up at me with a confused, almost lost look on his face. He clearly had no idea what he was doing. Aiden and I were able to subdue him after that. As he says, Chas is tied up to a chair. God I feel horrible for doing that to him...he looked at me like what I was doing was the worst of betrayals as we were doing it.

But its the only way...he's on the brink of losing his mind and becoming a proxy.

Slendy's here but I don't think he'll do anything to Chas and I while Aiden's here, too. Wow though...he's...livid. I can feel it radiating off of him. I'm not sure if Aiden and Taben are noticing it, too. Maybe they're just ignoring it.

Thanks for helping us Aiden and Taben. I'm sorry you guys almost died due to my boyfriend's serious case of crazy.

I don't know what to do

Shit...Aiden's post...

They never did show up at my apartment. Now I know why I guess...

Chas, if you read this then please...please don't hurt them. They're just trying to help. God dammit...

I'll never be able to forgive myself if Aiden and Taben get hurt because of us...it isn't their fault Chastin is pretty much losing his mind right now and they shouldn't have to suffer for it.

Slendy...I don't know if you're monitoring our blog or something. I get the hunch that you check out what your victims are blogging about...Anyway, please...save Aiden and Taben. I don't care if we have to keep putting up with your shit, just don't let Chastin hurt them. Maybe I don't have to tell you and you're already going to save them, but I don't know what else to do.

I'm going over there, and if you haven't stopped this I'm going to rip your pale, blank head off you skinny son of a bitch.

Eyes Open

I'm tired, I'm tired, I'm so fucking tired.

I haven't been sleeping, but I'm losing memory from minuets to days. I have no idea what's going on. I don't know where I am usually...

I'm usually in a mess, cuts, bruises, I look awful.

My loft is decorated in bullet holes from god knows what. I just remember finding the gun broken on the floor.

I've been pulling my hair, banging my head against walls trying to regain my memory. But all of it is fuzzy.

I'm going mad.

I tried talking to my Doctor, well let's say he tried to sign me up for the insane asylum.

I'm not going there, not ever. I'm not going crazy, just mad. I still have some control. Just not of everything

I hate it

I'm so fucking tired!

I can't get my eyes to stay closed it's like I have to be alert and I don't know why.

I refuse to believe all this shinanigans is Slendy's fault.

HE IS NOT REAL. He's just a figment of my imagination to cope with reasonings why I can't figure out things in my past, a childish reason to explain my actions lately.

I threw out the gun, it's gone. I burned Kyle's books and stupid shit. I didn't need it. I don't need to know why he went crazy.

And one thing I know for certain. I did not kill Kyle. He was my brother...

Why would I ever kill someone I love...