Day 2

I'm so tired of not sleeping, I hate this. I feel like just taking this rifle to my head, I cant take it any longer, the non-stop scratching on all the windows, and the constant lifeless moaning, it's starting to drive me insane, and it has not even been a week yet. My chances of surviving are beginning to plummit, I'm starting to like the idea of being one of "them" atleast I wouldnt have to suffer like this. maybe all this time this is what I was ment to be doing, I mean all my life I have always glamorized zombies, I always thought they were sooo cool and now that I have to deal with them face to face I suddenly hate them. I guess the concept is something like being obsessed over a famous person and once you finally meet them you realize "wow, this person is a real douchebag" I just dont know anymore I'm becoming delirious from lack of sleep. O ya, I made it to the garage today, all I found was a hammer and an axe :/ hmm, theres alot of fishing poles in the spare bedroom, I wonder if I could go fishing for zombies haha, woooow, I am really losing it.