Tip #25: Don't people usually take longer to have stupid crises like these?

Considering I'm not even sure if that happened. What I wrote about. I can't be sure. How could I ever be? But I can't complain too much. I've got it good for someone who runs. Nobody has robbed me, I still have some spare clothes and I never get too hungry. I haven't even had any run ins with... his people. The need to keep moving is getting less and less urgent. I feel like I'm... moving towards something. Maybe it's just me being crazy. The whole world seems crazy to me. Why should I be any different?

I keep on seeing that kid when I go to sleep. I see me shove him back, and I scream out, I shout, reaching out a hand to yank him back from the curb, but my see-through, static-y hand can't do anything, and I can only watch his broken body fly through the fucking air, leaving a trail of depressing red as it goes.

It's like a loop. Wake up, keep moving, go to sleep, angst about someone who probably had a death wish anyways. That's my state of the world right now; live on, while feeling guilty about things I probably couldn't help. That's been what I've done this whole time. I just sit here, having it better than anyone else, but not trying to help. I never do. I never have. It feels dumb to feel bad about it now. Like, what could I ever fucking change about the past? what's the point? But every night, the same dream waits for me, like I've been infected by some kind of virus. The fact that it's summer only makes it worse. Then it laughs at me, the haze of the heat in the dream(?), as if to say "This is the real thing!". I keep on hearing his scream as he got hit.

This is why I've always hated the summer...

Tip #24: Good luck is a Token of I don't know what

The towns seem to blur together these days. I'm heading for the big city. That's what everyone else seems to do. There'll be people there that know what they're doing. shelters. and Food. Oh my god, food. I could afford plenty, but I'm rationing what cash I have left. If this Thing suddenly vanishes from my life, good for me. But as long as I can feel it behind me, I'm gonna keep moving for as long as I can.

I've had tons of near-misses. Freaks in hoodies that seem to pass right by me, moving, writhing shadows in alleyways that stop when I walk pasT, a twenty-dollar bill on the sidewalk

someone else getting hit by a truck instead of me

They exploded when the bumper hit them. Flew a good 10 feet, I don't really remember how far, and I was just covered in this fine red mist, just like what was on the sketches in Tara's locker. There was only a half second of difference between me being off the curb and him walking, this asshole pushed me backwards as I stopped towards the curb, and I

pushed him back, of course

The worst part was hearing his bones break. Watching the white shards break through his skin, blood dripping down his twisted limbs, and the look on his face right before he was hit, and some nice bystander got me washed up at a coin laundry across the street

The cops didn't make me stick around
and nobody saw

So i'm trying to not think about how I'm kinda a murderer now.

How am I any better from the assholes in masks?

I don't even fucking know anymore.

Tip #23: I can't feel sorry for myself for too long.

This is my life now. Plenty of people have had this happen to them, and it sucks, and it hurts, but the only choice I have is to keep moving through the state, and keep alive.

I haven't seen that Thing since... well, the first time I saw It. I feel like, though... it's right at my heels. Keeping me moving. I've always had a a thing with my instincts. Maybe it's finally proving useful somehow. I don't know. I'm tired and hungry and cold and scared and I want to go home, assuming the few remaining crazies haven't torched my house down. But I can't. Obviously.

It still hasn't sunk in that this is my life now. That everyone that I knew is... gone. Or worse. I know I'm probably never going to get answers, but the number one thing on my mind has been... why? why didn't I notice what was going on before everyone else did? Why did I notice so late? Why wasn't I caught up in the same thing that everyone else was?

That's more than one question, but I don't care.

I don't want to talk to anyone. I don't want to reach out to anyone. as far as I'm concerned, everyone else involved in this mess is fucked up, crazy, or violent, or a mix of all three. I can get by with the manuscript and the stuff I grabbed before I left.

And if any of you are reading this?

I don't need any of you.

In fact, stay the hell away from me.

Tip #22: Living on the streets is no cakewalk

I'm travelling. The blogs that Tara led me to are giving me some good tips.

By the time I left town, it was almost empty. the fog was moving in. I saw It in

I saw It.

I don't know why I was the last to see it, but I was

I. Have. Fucking. Lost. Everything.

Fuck.

IT'S REAL OH MY FUCKING GOD IT'S REAL
I HAVE TO RUN
SHE WAS TRYING TO WARN ME OH MY FUCKING GOD HE'S REAL

I HAVE TO RUN

Tip # 21 im FUCKING FREAKING OUT

people keep on vanishing and everyone is acting like nothing is wrong.

whenever i ask where anyone is the person freaks up and seizes, like they just crashed like a computer

I'm starting to think that maybe that stupid plagerized script isn't such bullshit after all because nothing else makes sense. My parents were due back two days ago and they haven't called.

Oh my god, what is going on

Tip #20: Know when something is up.

I finally went back to school on friday because I got bored enough.

More people are missing.

Some of them are teachers, too.

I left fifteen minutes into first period. Nobody even calls for my attendance anymore.

What. The. fuck?