Though I am in no mindset to do so, I have made the decision to brilliantly suggest a divorce and the parting of ways. It did not end well. Now I am sitting here, sobbing, while my love sits a little ways away and waits for me to calm down long enough to tell her the truth, which I am not going to do. It is just better this way, trust me. In other, undead related news, I am getting the shakes. Pardon my handwriting. I think the hunger is what causes the shakes, but otherwise, the fogginess is getting worse with stress and I am very stressed. I'll tell you what happens after our talk.
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Crisis averted! Oh, G.G. you clever bastard! I have successfully avoided a fallout and you may hold your applause. I sputtered some nonsense at her and she naturally assumed it was my anxiety! Thank you universe! I feel bad for misleading her though, but I am not in my right mind to feel guilt for what I know is best. Besides, if I stayed with her and lost my reason when she was close by, I would end up turning her into the undead as well. What a lousy spouse I would be for that. Daylight is fading and we are snuggling currently. I will just have to try and run away again in a few days.
-G.G.
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Science FictionI fear that this will be lost to time. However, if it remains preserved long enough for a healthy human being to come across it, I hope that it is of use. Whomever finds this, please utilize my words for research of the future. -G.G. (This journal...
