I can’t tell how I feel anymore. Change of heart? Eyes finally opening? My wisdom and blah blah blah….it didn’t matter really. I just know he was right, that if I remained the same, I would eventually wind up dead among the living dead. Feeding on the flesh of the living, or burning in a body pit until there were nothing left of me…not even a memory. Sure I may be a bitch from time to time, and some things won’t change, but as far as me not being able to handle anything by myself, well that had to change. I needed training, practice, weapons, survival skills…and not just knowing how to curl my hair. -sighs heavily- This is pointless, writing in a journal? What am I suppose to gain from this? Memories? Emotions? Is this suppose to be my therapy session? If it mattered…anyway. I feel like I am falling…into a emotionless, careless abyss. Deeper than I could of ever imagined or even wished for upon my worst enemy. It’s scary, im falling into uncharted emotions and there really isn’t a thing I can do to stop it. I guess i’ll let it consume me until there is nothing left but a emotionless shell walking among the living who try to act like they are the same people they once were before this happened. OK WELL this is stupid, my hand is cramping, gonna go for a swim down by the beach. Zombie sharks n all I honestly don’t care at this point. I just want….to feel again.