lucid

So on our roadtrip we discussed Zombies. Now, apparently, in South America is where they’re more prominent, because VooDoo doctor people practice their ways on well, cunts they don’t like. From what I’ve heard tonight, it’s really simple to make a zombie. What you do, is you get these two powders that I’ve forgotten the names of, mix them together and then the person eats it, and then it slows down their heart so much that they’re basically dead. So then you bury them for 2-4 days so the lack of oxygen shrinks/kills their brain, so they’re dead. And then you dig up their body and there you have a zombie! 

Now, they don’t eat people they just kindof be a servant to whoever.

The powders keep them undead, by the way. 

I’ve never missed someone this bad before. It’s not normal missing, where it goes away after a while, it’s a continuous steady missing. 
I had a dream about her the other night and as soon as I saw her I started crying. It was honestly one of the happiest dreams I have ever had. Probably the happiest.
I would love to know what triggered that dream.

I want her to come back and I want to go back. I want to go back a couple of years. I hate how she moved and I hate how I did, too. There’s nothing I can do about it. It’s irreversible. I just have to deal with it and keep going. And I don’t want to do that. I want to go back in time and be happy with her again.
I think this is called Nostalgia.

I miss Sherry and I miss her a lot. And I need to be with her for a while, because I need to cry and I need to laugh and I just need her.

What happens when you’re holding on with just one finger, but then someone cuts off your life support?
That’s what it feels like right now.