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The Dead Diaries

Post  Gaza on Mon Mar 26, 2012 9:23 pm

March 26:

It's been a long day. I've been running in and out of buildings all day avoiding those... animals. No, not animals. Animals run on more than just pure hunger. These were the closest things to demons I've ever seen. You think i would be used to these sons of bitches by now. Its hard to get used to. Harder everyday. I think about the people i knew, hell people i know. And every now and then, i see a walker and i look away. I look away because I know the truth. It's somebody I know, someone I loved. Anyway, I've still got my guitar, sometimes the music is the only thing that keeps me sane. Sane? Is that what I call myself? I guess I'm the closest to it than anything else around. Still, conversing with a blank notebook is hardly what i consider sane. But i do find it soothing nowadays. Lonesome days. I'll eat a can of corn then call it a night. seems to be a routine. Wake up, stretch a bit, run a few miles, stop and eat a bit, run some more, rest a bit and have another bite, run till sunset, hunker down, and sleep. Some days I eat, others I don't. Depends on what kind of fucked up shit I've seen that day. And look at me. I should be resting...

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