Toby stared into the camera lense, with a dead expression.

He was screwed.
He didn't know what to say.
And, if he was brought back to the mansion, they'd kill him.
Surely? Right?

What was the point?
Surely he should give up, now.
It'd be easier for everyone.

He sighed, popping another pill into his mouth.

"June the twentieth. I have the same amount of money, and I honestly have no idea what I'm doing anymore. Slender was right, I'm nothing without him, I have nothing without him. I either have to live a horrific life, or, I can be homeless. Either way, I'm not exactly happy." Toby muttered, he knew he couldn't upload this, but, he needed this off of his chest.