15 January 2019
Tuesday
God I just read all the utter crap I've been writing the last week or so. I'm still a little out of it but you could tell as it went on how quickly my mind was going down a hill into a ditch. Though the 8ths wasn't too bad; they did in fact stitch me up...there just obviously wasn't a purple elephant in the room. I don't even remember what they ended up using, and it wasn't the best job; but it's not like any of us are surgeons or anything. I wasn't expecting much. It's gonna leave a hell of a scar.
I was able to stand up on my own today without face planting. Still can't walk straight though. My head still feels like it was used as a walnut cracker, I remember being sick as hell for a couple of days but other than that I don't remember much about the last few days. Apparently I told Nate he should try out for the otters club because he deserves to be fluffy too. I don't remember that though. God I hope he was lying.
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Zombie Diary
Teen FictionOkay so, I guess the first thing for me to do is introduce myself...although you're an in adamant object so that's kinda weird I guess? Either way; my name is Akela Sutton and starting today you are my new Diary. I finished filling out my older diar...
