Last night, if you read the end of my blog, you saw me flip shit.
Proxy was at my window, tapping. I looked out and saw her (yes it was a her this time). i come back, type that last bit and storm out of my room. i grab a nice weapon from my closet: the wooden pole that holds up all my hangars. i burst out of the house and chase her down (she started to run). I eventually catch her and hit her in the back of the head. She goes down and pulls out what i saw at the time as a gun. it was.. but it was a tazer, not a real gun. She shoots the thing at me and i stagger back. She pulls out a switchblade (which is illegal to own btw) and stabs me. it hurt. a lot. still does. She doesnt kill me then and there though... she starts to run again. apparently, i must be some sort of super human or something cuz i get up after being tazed and stabbed, pull out the blade and get my wood pole. i chase her down again and stab her in the back. i then beat the shit out of her with the pole.
i didnt aim for the head, out of fear of killing her... but still.. i made her scared and let her run off. i sealed up my wound and am hiding it from my parents. didnt help that i had to go to church too...
let this be a lesson to Slendy: IM NOT FUCKING SCARED OF THOSE MORONS. YOU ARE GONNA HAVE TO BETTER THAN THAT YOU FUCKFACE.