Well, I doubt anyone is really reading my blog, and I doubt they even believe me or care, so I might as well pretend that I'm writing to you.It's not like you'll reply me. You'll just stay there at your usual spot staring right at me, but at least I know you're listening.
Oh, I know you're listening, alright.
After all, didn't that Slendy guru said something about you able to communicate with people with your mind? Then I'm sure you can read my mind to see what I'm typing down here.
Or you can just move your butt and find another spot so you can have a good view of this laptop right here and just see what I'm writing.
Fine, stay where you are then.
There's something Momma said about me that still bothers me though.
She said I was a monster. That you had Pops create me to be your monster.
What does she mean by that?
…Fine. Gimme the silent treatment, why don't you?
I'm gonna find out sooner or later anyways.
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