Does any of this actually mean anything?
My blushing cheeks,
The time we spent together.
This feeling is completely foreign, it feels like a flesh eating disease my stomach.
Every time I see you I can feel the oncoming zombie apocalypse that lives with in me, begin to stir.
Staring into your eyes makes my chest beat so hard they can feel it in Alaska.
Which is where I want to honeymoon with you, because I figure by the time we are married we will need an isolated bunker, far enough away from civilization so we won't become zombies too.
But if we do, and if you have to be the one to **** me ,spare my eyes,
So I can always remember exactly what it was that ended the world.
For you, my darling, I would start 10,000 apocalypses.
To keep you, my darling, I would end of the world.
This is a part of my series of proses "The Well-Written Thoughts of a Teenaged Girl".