Fuck

This is getting ridiculous. The rate at which I've been encountering proxies is growing, and fast. Before it had been one proxy a week, two if I was just unlucky. But it's gotten to the point, where I'm encountering four, sometimes five every week. God damn masks...in the crowds everyday. But what doesn't make any sense is that they don't seem to draw any attention from the people around them. It's like they're not even there. Always watching me, even when I don't see any, I know that they're watching me from somewhere, somehow. 

Sleep has been impossible as of late because of this. I haven't slept in nearly a week. The constant paranoia combined with the sleep deprivation is driving me insane. When the proxy aren't around, he is. The Faceless fucker....in the corner of my vision are just in broad daylight. I know that I'm the only one that sees him, because no one else even glances his way. But the most confusing part of all of this? Is the fact that he hasn't made a move. He hasn't attempted to harm me, nor have the proxy. Why? What does he want?

I've been on the move so much lately that I haven't found time to post, or check the other blogs. Until today, that is. So I was shocked to find that Wolf is dead. No, shock is not the right word. Somehow I knew it was bound to happen sooner or later. Sometimes I think that proxies have a higher death rate than us runners. All I felt was sorrow and then anger...and then simply emptiness. At having one of my closest friends ripped away from me once again by the faceless bastard. Someone who helped me so much since all of this has started. 

I'll miss Wolf, but life goes on, there is not time for me to mourn.

I'll post again as soon as I can.