I've been reading all these other blogs. Blogs about running, about stalking, about fighting, about dying.
I'm worried. Like, really worried. Back in my home town, I felt safe. I felt like I belonged there. I mean, I married my high school sweetheart. That's a cliche, I know, but I don't care. I married her and I loved her until the day she died. Until the day the Pale Man took her.
And now I'm alone and away from my home town. I have no home now. I don't know what the future holds. Probably insanity and death, if what I'm reading is any indication.
But fuck it, I'm pushing onward. For Olga.
Always for Olga.