Prologue
When I describe my life before Love, all I can think of is boredom.
Not that that matters. Love left me a long time ago.
Now here I sit, pondering why. Love had no reason to leave. Everything went exactly according to plan.
Alright, so Love moved a little faster than planned, but was that a reason to leave?
My roommate called me the Living Dead. Only she knew the truth behind her own words.
But as zombie-like as I am, I haven't lost hope yet. Time's on my side.
