Hey there.
I'm safe and secure, and with time to think.
So, let's start with survival basics: Don't get attatched.
Oh god, this is a big one. Nobody should care for or respect other people in the apocalypse...
God damn it, you should only look out for yourself. Free for all.
Only Romeo and Juliet deserve happiness for a few brief moments before they're both eaten alive...
Obviously, there is no place in this romantic world for the man who cares.
Don't pretend. It's a moral trade off. I could just be another zombie by now, but I've clearly done something right...
There lies the question... Would I rather submit to Fosinopril, and know love, or stay the same and live...
Oh, god... I don't know...
Becoming a stumbling, moaning shell of human might seem a lot better if I even knew what this 'love' thing is...
Even zombies are better than me.
How did it come to this? The man who respects too much turns into an undesirable...
Outcast.
Make no mistake, I want to live the Skins life, but why is everyone so scared of strings being attatched?
Everyone is so immature. Why don't they want respect? I... I... I hate this world sometimes.
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