I died.

Just recently, in fact. I think it was... Twenty...Five[?] Hours ago now? Not sure, just around 7pm Central Time yesterday. How ever long ago it was, I died. I was dead, and now I'm not.

I don't know why or how I came back, so don't even bother asking. There are a million different reasons, and I'll tell you when I find out the real one.

But I bet your wondering how I died, right? Well, to tell you the truth... It was either the bottle of pills I took or the fall right after that that killed me. Yea, I know the pills was a dumb thing to do. But the fall wasn't really my fault.

I was in a tree, hiding. I was fed up with everyone so I grabbed a nearby bottle --which I thought was my soda-- and ran to a nearby tree. In a park a few blocks away. But I was up there, and I looked at the bottle and I almost had a fit because I grabbed pills, not my soda. So I decided "Why Not? Right?" Well, I took a few too many and I lost my grip on the tree.

Not good because on my way down, I hit my head on one of the branches and blacked out immedently. I woke up, a dull stinging on the back of my head, on the ground, people were every where. I tried to tell them that I was okay, and to get away. But they didn't. And I tried to move my hand to push them away, and all I could do was twitch my hand. Not good just went to worse.

Well, I've gained most of my control and I can now type! Not fast, and not well, but I can still type. But I can't really move much else, so I can't really talk or any thing.

Because of all this, I decided to start a new blog for the story of my undead life. Check it out. Oh, and there's another blog out there alot like the same, but I don't think I should tell you.

ONE LAST THING BEFORE YOU QUIT LISTENING! I would suggest reading Generation Dead. A book by Daniel Waters. It's good and gives a good idea of what happened to me during my 'black out' phase..