She left, and I’m staring at this stupid PC monitor, writing stuff that I do not want to write, let alone want anyone else to learn about. Soon I will post them online, and everyone will see what an epic loser I am. Let me assure you, I am the biggest loser ever. She was my sixth girlfriend, and the fourth to breakup with me. Don’t ask me what happened to the other two. It is so tragic.
I’m supposed to be working right now, and what am I doing? I’m writing nonsense, while thinking about…you thought I’m thinking about the girl who left me? Wrong. I’m thinking about zombies. See, I’ve got a serious problem with zombies. Here’s the thing. They are supposed to be exactly like us, except that they are not conscious. What does this imply? It implies that consciousness is not subject to physical laws and methods. In other words, consciousness exists independently of the body. In other words, that there exists something called soul. I don’t believe it.
I don’t believe it. She did not have a soul. She must have sold it to the devil for cash. She did have a heart though. What I’m referring to is the purely physical organ that all animals have. I stabbed it. Stabbed it again, and again, and then ripped it out of her body. I buried her body somewhere.
OK. Now to the seventh.
Wormhood 