Really little one today, sorry. Probably won't do any tomorrow, I have school for a while and then I'm going to see My Life With the Thrill Kill Kult so I probably won't have too much time to be online. I wasn't exactly planning on doing these so fast though!
There's a lot I hate about being a zombie, but there's a lot I love, too.
I love how it tastes when I bite into human flesh, brains, hearts, when the blood comes gushing out of the wound and it tastes like it's the greatest thing I've ever tasted. It's the only thing I can taste these days and I enjoy it more than I should.
Except in zombie terms it's not more than I should, it's just how I should.
That gets a little confusing.
I love the sounds my food makes when I bite it, the screams of fear and pain.
It would have bothered me months ago, but now it's my favourite thing to hear. I want to hear everyone scream all the time, but it bothers my bandmates sometimes. I should probably soundproof my room.
I love seeing someone getting scared so quickly when I attack them.
I'm not the scariest zombie, in fact I think I might be a little embarrassing how not scary I am, but I guess everyone gets scared when they're going to die so unexpectedly.
I love the extra ripping and tearing that comes with missing my front teeth.
It's sort of a hassle but the zombie part of me, the part that's become more me each day, thinks it's great.
I love not getting headaches anymore, not being able to feel pain.
I might not be able to feel anything else, but it's a small price to pay.
I don't know who I am anymore but I think I'm okay with it.
I think that's sort of fucked up, isn't it?
But I don't really mind.