Jan 01 (1)

DAY #302

Hey there, stranger!
I've just had a thought... I'm a huge arsehole!
Really, though, you know it, I know it... I despise humanity, and I despise what it has become even more.
Everyone's zombified, and still I complain about being single? What is WRONG with me?
Well, I suppose I could just deliberately get bitten. That is always an option. I mean, it's better than death.
I know it's selfish of me, in case I kill people while I'm a zombie, but surely it's got to be more fun than just blackness forever...
No, no. I think I've got my priorities straight now... I'd rather become a zombie than die, but I'd rather live than have a girlfriend.
Do I even have the capacity for love? I'm so weird I'm not even sure I do anymore... Fuck you apocalypse.
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