It’s 3:20AM. And the only thing keeping me awake are my thoughts…

And, okay maybe a little bit of New Moon. Anyway, I’ve felt the need to type on here for a while now. But, I’ve never done it. I don’t know why. I think about what I’m going to talk about… Shit, I plan out everything word-for-word. But when it comes down to it.. I’m frozen. Writers block? Maybe so. Or maybe I’m too self-conscious of what I really want to say. Let’s start with the easy/not so embarrassing stuff. As of late (I mean I’ve always been but it’s increased a lot more for some reason) I’ve been way to scared about Zombies. I’m quite paranoid. Everyday. Like, right now while I’m typing in my room I’m scared one is going to bust through my door. Between Walking Dead, and all the movies I’ve seen, and video games, and watching shows about crazy ass shit (aka Morgan Freeman Through the Wormhole) I suddenly don’t doubt at all that sometime in my life time Zombies will appear. Maybe I’ve gone mad. It’s literally what I think about everyday. Different scenarios, and what I would do in each. It’s so bad that I even look around to plan what object I’d grab to use in defense. … I feel like such a fucking loser blabbing about it. My worst fear used to be a home invasion. Now, It’s Zombies. (New moon is over and Eclipse is about to start so now I’m distracted. Damn me.) Sigh. This whole post was going to be about something totally different… But I somehow ended up talking about Zombie. Typically Cney. 

I hate it when I get distracted because I never know how to get back on topic. Oh well. I went to far with it anyways. 

Goodnight. 

Let’s hope I don’t have a nightmare about Zombies AGAIN.