Its 3am as I'm writing this, the only time I can truly call my own. My Brother Aidan is sleeping on the floor again, he looks so peacefull I almost enveyd him. I havent been able to sleep since... well you know the uprising. 5years now. 5years of pure hell on earth. Sometimes i just want to curl up in a ball and die and rot till the earth eats up my remains. I rather take a bullet to the head then become one of thoes damnd things. I dont know how much more of this i can take befor i turn complety crazy and start chewing on my own arm. Food is becoming an issue each day we have less and less and our hunger is growing more with each passing day. My brother is computer smart he always pleased dad did waht dad said dad dad dad ugh! It would piss me off that hed kiss my dads feet and always got his way, I'm what you call the balck sheep in the family i was always wrong never right, no one understood the way I saw things, I mean im not stupid but my family would always make me feel that way, and it hurt. And for Khris well hes just a good looking faggot, i see how he eye fucks my brother its disgusting. I cant wrap my mind around the whole same sex love thing. I hate to imagin that Aidan is like that, he does give off that vibe i just like to blame the apoclyps for it. He needs a good fuck so he knows what hes missing out if he dicided to bend the other way, as do I this whole doing it myself things is really starting to get old. Well my eyeballs are killing me might as well get some sleep who knows i just might get a hreat attck and die. If im lucky.
Susie threw her small orange note book under her soft pillow, she blew out the flickering candle and laid in the drakness of the police station. She pulled the scratchy blew covers to her chin and closed her eyes, she could hear the hungery moans that were comeing from outside it made her skin crawl. She slowly began to fall into a deep sleep, the sleep she had been craving for.