Heavens to Murgatroyd!
I'm already bored.
I know, I know, I've only been back three days and I'm an ungrateful little arse for saying so, but...
What the hell? What has happened to me?
I must have changed... A shift in priorities... Before I went away, my only care was survival... Now... I am not the same...
Sure, I still care about surviving... But, err, it's...
Hello? Are you still there?
I'm sorry, I don't know what my point is. I'm just thinking on a keyboard.
Well, I think I'm realising my place.
About bloody time, eh?
So, yeah, I kinda wanted to work out today... WTF?!
Come on, Murray! Snap out of it! Who are you trying to impress? - Past self
Only the hardcore super-awesome zombie-slaying elite mega-hyper-desirable badasses do that!
Not shy little survivors like you! Know your role; Live long, waste your time, die alone.
Find a safe little hole to crawl into for 60 years, then shuffle off this damned mortal coil you pathetic bastard.
I thought that if I was strong, I might be... wanted?
Doing ten push-ups a day would make me manly and attractive and successful and harder, better, faster, stronger.
Eeh...
Now that I'm reading what I just typed, I sound like exactly the type of person I hate... hate... Hated?
There was no point to this. Just more public realisations of inadequacy... Stay sweet. Stay inside.
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