Dude we are in a zombie apocalypse
Super duper irriatable. Need to take as few codiene as possible but its dam hard when in pain. So many times we have written the same shit about hating what it does to our personality, our patience with pabs and the cats and ourself and everything and everyone. It makes everything even harder. We stopped saying in every blog post that we need hugs but its still true. Its still heartbreaking how any good eating and cleaning habits fall to bits without weed. Its still impossible to not be repulsed at everything in the media. Forced the lad to take a break from his Walking Dead lets play videos to expose him to all the rampant supremicies of Guardians of the Galaxy. We knew there was plenty in it for him to enjoy and we needed to see the dancing baby Groot at the end.
He went back to the walkers after that. We didnt say the title to him or at least not out loud and hes not able to hear us well even when are. We did mutter something about not finding it entertaining if you have like lived through anything like it. As we write we remember him screaming in Dundee, the terror in his voice the knowing they would split him again and we could do nothing. People did turn up to help that time i think. We were so out of it but remember him being brought to us in the bedroom so pale and shaking but we were so glad to hold him. Someone from here i think turned up and said they were going to take pabs away but we refused. He said he wasnt safe there. We said we wouldn’t be safe anywhere while everyone wad fascist but we would be better off together. We were trying not to panic we knew if that scum bag had took pabs that night we would never see him again. There was some talking between him and the other blokes then he left without him. We could see the rest of the blokes just wanted out of there its not like they had helped because they cared or anything so when one of them asked if their was anything they could do without looking at me we just told him to leave and they did.
We had no option but to use extreme security measures after that and that broke our heart because it meant no communication with anyone, effectively splitting ourself and leaving neither of us with much in the way of real memories. We took a moment to register our feelings knowing it would be a long time before we were so whole again and watch the tiny remaining scraps of hope and faith for Earth “civilisation” disappear forever. No one was going to care that we felt and feel that way. There was always a belief particularly in the English speakers that killing off all hope for here would make us killable and we have laughed in their faces about that a few times.
We are not laughing now though just sickened and sickened even further whenever we check the headlines or talk to someone. Soonish though. End of days brings a beginning of days for me and pabs.
Hopefully.
He went back to the walkers after that. We didnt say the title to him or at least not out loud and hes not able to hear us well even when are. We did mutter something about not finding it entertaining if you have like lived through anything like it. As we write we remember him screaming in Dundee, the terror in his voice the knowing they would split him again and we could do nothing. People did turn up to help that time i think. We were so out of it but remember him being brought to us in the bedroom so pale and shaking but we were so glad to hold him. Someone from here i think turned up and said they were going to take pabs away but we refused. He said he wasnt safe there. We said we wouldn’t be safe anywhere while everyone wad fascist but we would be better off together. We were trying not to panic we knew if that scum bag had took pabs that night we would never see him again. There was some talking between him and the other blokes then he left without him. We could see the rest of the blokes just wanted out of there its not like they had helped because they cared or anything so when one of them asked if their was anything they could do without looking at me we just told him to leave and they did.
We had no option but to use extreme security measures after that and that broke our heart because it meant no communication with anyone, effectively splitting ourself and leaving neither of us with much in the way of real memories. We took a moment to register our feelings knowing it would be a long time before we were so whole again and watch the tiny remaining scraps of hope and faith for Earth “civilisation” disappear forever. No one was going to care that we felt and feel that way. There was always a belief particularly in the English speakers that killing off all hope for here would make us killable and we have laughed in their faces about that a few times.
We are not laughing now though just sickened and sickened even further whenever we check the headlines or talk to someone. Soonish though. End of days brings a beginning of days for me and pabs.
Hopefully.
