Diary Of A Teenage Zombie, Entry 1

Dear Diary

Being a zombie sucks. 

Not in a "I'm a rotting corpse" way but in the "everyone treats you differently" kinda way. 

Yeah I expected my family and friends to take a while to adjust to my predicament but I didn't outright think I'd like to have to deal with their human bullshit. 

One night I'm out driving to get some late night fast food and the next thing I know I'm in the hospital with green skin and a slow heartbeat being told a drunk driver rammed me into a ditch. 

Like how unbelievable is that!?

When my parents showed up to the hospital the first thing they asked the doctor was "she's not normal anymore?"

Like hello??? I'm standing right here

But anyway, being a zombie means adjusting is hard. 

First, I got home and got a lot of "so you're a zombie now?" Talks from relatives and some friends but being kicked off the tennis team for "unfair advantages" was utter bullshit. 

It's not that I'm faster or whatever as a zombie but I'm just sluggish now, I constantly feel tired and had to learn about how to take care of myself from zombie influencers on YouTube. 

There's a few humans giving "advice" for Zombies but most of it seems like bullshit and it's mainly products used for embalming. 

This sucks.

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