Zombies And Chores

If they were zombies. Who have no brains so they don’t care about what I’ve turned into… Maybe they’d be more likely, To come back for me. I’m not saying they don’t care. They just have to do the dishes that I forgot about. And vacuum the floor, sorry I never did that either. They are my parents but- Maybe they forgot. So here I am, in a place that is like a basement, but is actually ground level. Unlike me. The floor sinks. Maybe someone should fix that. Maybe I will someday. But I’m a little useless. I could have done the dishes or vacuumed. In here, they do those things for us. It’s not as nice as you’d think. To have your parents drive away. I’m not saying they don’t care. I think I’m just a zombie, is all. I don’t really think about that. I just think about chores. And how I miss them.