e I am back in my shabby somewhat run down studio apartment not that I can complain I mean when you work a dead end job you get what you can

rse then even I could have thought possible but ever since getting "sick" a lot of what I thought impossiblehas become possible. I don't want to believe it personally or I should say that the logical side of my brain tries not to let me believe but strange things have been happening here new york city but no one speaks of it because we are to afraid to speak our thoughts Out loud for fear of being marked as crazy by society but I guess only time can tell but what I can't seem to wrap my mind around is who was sick enough to mess with nature in such a way, I mean the jab that was supposed to suddenly protect us from this has turned us into something you would only see in movies or read about in books. But even i myself have noticed strange things going on within myself but the rational side of me keeps me from going any further with those thoughts be because it just hurts to much to think this early in the morning. I've never been a morning person but ever since that experimental shot I've noticed the change in my sleeping habits and it makes me just that more grumpy being up this early. As I refuse to continue to let my mind wander, I roll out of bed untangling myself from my sheets which have seemed to burrito themselves around me, I place my feet on the cold hardwood floor and make my way past my mirror that hangs up on the door to my tiny little bathroom I stop to check