I fucked up.
Can't say when it happened. Couldn't post when I noticed. Internet's been wonky. I HAD been planning on starting at the end of the year. Saying goodbyes to my friend, parting ways the right way you know? Gonna be stupid. Try and go the last month and week or so before running. Mentally praying to every god that's been recorded, and then a few more. Prepping out my house for optimal defense. Already got a gun within reach of me. Stays on my nightstand while I sleep. Set up electronic alarms all over my house, nothing as complicated or painful as what med has, but that's what the gun is for. Hopefully I won't need it.
Preparing to run, just in case. If the fucking thing tries getting close to my friends, I'll leave them a note to run if they need to, but I'm running if it happens. It hunts the loved ones of it's targets. Like living in constant fear wasn't enough. Not gonna push the envelope till I beat feet. I'll try to keep updating on important events. Gonna be busy wrapping up my life while surviving.
Good luck everyone. Remain vigilant. Think before you act if you have the time to. Set up failsafes if you don't.
With luck, I'll have more to write next week.
