A promise

When I get to a another safe haven to rest with WiFi, I promise to comment on other people's blogs.

I haven't really been good at that but since Doors are opening and having things chase me, I can't linger too long. Also, I think the Cold Boy is targeting me now too. I've been alone for too long and I admit I kinda miss my friend Sasha.

I was hacked a while ago

A while ago, I was hacked by an individual called sanity who asked me a few questions, none of which I answered. He sent a few emails to apologize for the hack, stating he was bored. I decided to post so that he knows I forgive him and that I understand curiousity. After all, I opened a door at the start which brought upon al of this.

There, hopefully he can be calm now. I have been running for a long time now, I am having a rest, maybe two days if my legs need it. I'm not saying where I am and where I am staying, just know that by looking like someone tried to kill me with my looks and charms is something I never thought would work in my favor, since I look like this every god damned day normally.

So yes, I'm resting. Becase I was running hard from that thing that came from the Door. I had saved some blogs on my offline browser until I hit a WiFi spot, which should explain my absence. I'll need to update my blog list later, but I'm learning a lot.

I'm running from one of these things others are calling Fears.

If you can link me to blogs, my commenters, I would like that. I might not get time to read them and finish them all, what with all the doors following me and the fact some people don't even notice that room or area is surrounded in them. The city really wants me to enter...

I'm scared I might give into curiousity again.

Knocked on Death's door

Was walking down a suburb, and then turned into a park where I thought I could sleep at. Laid down on the bench and then a few minutes later, I heard knocking coming from a tree to my left, where the back of the bench was obscuring the veiw of the white door that was on the tree.

I bloted up and started to run, and heard the door burst open. What ever it was on my tail, I lost it. I didn't look back. Didn't want to. What ever it was fucking radiated evil.

Just thought to let you all know. After all, it's something blog worthy.

Another thing about me to close off the post, and yes, this is coming to be a common thing. I'm black haired, naturally really dark, even in the sun. And I have greenish blue eyes.

Doors of Opportunity... My Ass

Woke up three hours ago, and started running when I saw the alleyway I fell asleep in was covered in doors. Shat myself the whole way. I'm getting fit from all this running. I swore I heard one creaking open slowly, hence why I ran.

I don't want to open the doors. No. Never open the doors. Never. Something might pull me in.

I found an email on this account the day before yesterday to open a blog, so here it is. I think someone else that knew what was going on sent it to me. Who ever you are, thank you, I guess? The blogs suggested in the email also were informative. Found on that's connect through comments. I wished I was still ignorant and thought everything was just my mind.

Waiting for dusk, when shadows are long to run to the city. Nearly there. Not going to say where I am or where I am headed. From what I read, it's safer this way.

I think that's enough, right? I have followers already, must be because I followed them. Hello.

Looking online for something new to read, hence why I am online. Breakfast was tinned Spaghetti.

I wish I had a better bag, one that fits my laptop. Or I find a smaller laptop. Either way, it doesn't matter, it's not like I do parkour or free running, but I'd still be pissed if I lost my laptop. It's the only sentimental thing I decided to bring with me.

I should go now, so yes, I updated you all.

Allow me to end this post with a little about me, I'm told I see everything in a depressing light despite not being depressed. That makes me think a lot about my self, since I agree and disagree at the same time, nothing in between. Take it as you will.

I am Duskeye. I run.

'Lo. I'm Duskeye. Just turned 18 this year.

Why am I Duskeye? I always had my eyes out for dusk, my favorite time of the day, it's why I was dubbed Duskeye and I took it up. Nothing more.

Also, I run at dusk. Why? Because it's when I feel safest to risk drastic movement. I walk most of the time, only running when needed. But dusk. I run all dusk. It's a time limit, a push. After all, no one want's to be lost.

Doors are where doors shouldn't be. It's annoying the hell out of me for months. Then I just ran out of class one day when one of these Not-Doors started opening. I have been running ever since. Well, running for 2 months isn't anything to be proud of. I'm crazy, most likely, and should seek mental help like everyone is contacting me to. But it felt too real. It didn't seem something mental.

I don't know, I'm confused.

So yes, I'm Duskeyes, and I run at dusk.
Duskeye Runs. That can be my placeholder name until I decide to return home.