Help me.
I don't know where I am.
Various different things happen, but, I don't quite fit any of them.
Oh, sorry, I didn't see you there. I was just coming to terms with how alone I am in this horrible apocalypse.
To be honest, I've never really belonged anywhere... I'm not sure I'm even myself at home anymore...
Everyone is so interesting and sociable and easygoing and friendly... And I'm not.
Facebook has turned into a comprehensive library of people who are better than me in every way.
Oh, those post-outbreak popularity blues...
Right now, zombies are eating flesh, friends are drinking together, and couples are making out. And I'm... writing this.
Sorry, internet. You probably don't care. You don't care that every girl I meet I think is too attractive to even look at me...
I guess it's a little bit satisfying to type away your everyday failings in the hope that a survivor might see it and... Laugh?
No, that's not it. I can't really say why I keep doing it. Moral obligation perhaps? Maybe I'm just weird. Yeah, that's me. WEIRDO.
God damn... I suppose what I'm trying to say is... I'm lonely.
Help me please.
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