Zombie

During one of my manic episodes, (I've had a few), I heard the Cranberries song, "Zombie" over and over. Not in my head, as you might guess because I was crazy, but in stores. For some reason, it was popular in the country at that time. I thought it was meant for me. I walked around, aimlessly looking for things that I didn't need or want to buy. Luckily for me, my manic impulses never tempted me to buy houses or cars like some do. Instead, I bought books that I was too zoned out on Valium to read and cheap clothes, which sometimes didn't fit me well enough.

As I shopped and heard the song again, I kind of liked it. I liked the special feeling of having my own song, even if it was a song from the 90's dedicated to the undead, which was ironic because I felt like everyone around me was actually the undead.