Last night I was in bed, staring in the abyss and trying not to dwell on the fact that I've missed every school deadline this week. Suddenly, all this Apocalypse stuff just started creeping into my head. Funny, I hadn't given it two thoughts before. And now I wondered, why is humanity so important? There had to be a specific reason for why I valued it, and I couldn't put my finger on it. It bugged me.
The family's a bit quirky, to say the least, but I have the basic, mundane teenage existence. Hopefully. Parents are sometimes a pain, but if they weren't I'd be concerned. Isobel and Meredith are old enough to do their own things (and apparently attract neat people); I'm young, so I'm stuck for a couple of more years. Nothing unusual. At least I still have Lindsay. ♥
So, naturally I was all conflicted about these thoughts. Until this afternoon, that is, when I had an epiphany in the form of a very unpleasant discovery. It has since then changed my entire view on life forever.
I realized that I was out of tampons.
Everyone must die.