Diary of My Dead Girlfriend

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December 31, 2012

I stood in front of the body. Blood covered my hands yet again. To be honest blood covered every part of me again. Sense my change i couldn'd stop ending up covered in blood and dead bodies in front of me. I hate it and i dont want to be like this but i guess that the way it is now. The world has ended and i am the only zombie with a conscience. God being diffent sucks. I think i am the only zombie that changes clothes, bathes, and tries to eat with a fork and knife but it still makes a mess. I only wish my super hot boyfriend, or what used to be him, hadn't bitten me. My pinky finger has never been the same sense. Well i guess i might as well try to sleep yet again. Well diary or mind diary whatever this is i will right again when ever i can.

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