maya

Living in the middle of the forest in a hunter's cabin, white and transparent curtains that are torn and dirty, a messy bed, the smell of cigarettes, guns on the table, a forgotten coffee mug on the sink, muddy boots, plaid coat thrown over a chair, slenderman's pages all over the walls that I forgot to nail to the trees. No contact with the outside world. Driving with Brian, patrolling the woods with Toby, smoking cigarettes with Tim. I was supposed to be like this, not studying Excel.

It hurts when people ask me what I'm going to do with my life and I answer "oh, medicine" and not "become a proxy" shit i was MEANT to be a fucking proxy.

Every child's dream that was there when the creepypasta fandom was at its PEAK was becoming a proxy (still is). I want to stop growing up and go back to when i used to be afraid of slenderman and thought ben drowned was watching me through my telephone and was in love with me.