| Five ∞ |
[Jun. 24th, 2011|02:52 am] |
It's really awful, what's happening. I'm not sure... I'm not sure if there's any way to put it right. With just words, I mean. There's nothing I can do or say to change this, or make it better, and I wish that weren't the case. What's the point of living after death if you can't help make a difference, you know?
They're safe. I suppose I just want you all, everyone whose lost someone, to know that they're safe. They're okay. It was horrible. It is horrible. None of this should be happening. But. If it makes any difference at all, dying... You're not as alone as you think you are after death. Everyone has a place to go. You die and it's horrible but then there's a door and you go through it and... it's okay. They're all okay. I would know, I'm a ghost. I've seen quite a few of them off myself, so. I guess that's... all I really wanted to say.
I'm very sorry for everything. |
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| Four ∞ |
[Mar. 19th, 2011|12:08 am] |
I can't believe that just happened. Why didn't you tell me? Would it have made a difference? YES. Maybe. I don't know. That was just... God, I wish I hadn't seen that. I said the same thing. This is a mess. It always is.
( Valerie Munro ) |
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| Three ∞ |
[Mar. 1st, 2011|02:12 pm] |
I really miss the taste of mint chocolate chip ice cream. I wonder how long it takes to forget how everything tastes. Being dead has some pretty serious draw backs.
We're really disappointed in you, Mitchell. |
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| Two ∞ |
[Jan. 17th, 2011|01:21 pm] |
Well, well. Look who's coming to our rescue. Louis, you didn't tell me you and Mitchell were secretly knights in disguise! Is your armor very shiny? I bet it is.
You know after a year you'd think I'd be used to people walking right through me. As it turns out? It still tingles. You would think being a ghost would get boring after awhile, but there's always something new every day to freak out about. I'm Annabel, by the way, for those of you that don't know me. I think I forgot to introduce myself last time.
( Tatiana ) |
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| One ∞ |
[Jan. 5th, 2011|09:27 pm] |
I never trusted cats either. They were always so... mean. And scratchy. When I was three a cat scratched me on my forehead. I still remember how that felt. I had a scar. It's gone now. Which is weird, you'd think a scar would be more or less permanent after you die and don't change anymore.
I wonder why that was important to her. The cat thing. She won't tell me. I just. Oh god, Annabell, don't get hysterical like this where everyone can see it. People can read this, you're not a ghost on here.
... Does it always come down to a number? |
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