This Body Is Not Mine

i keep waking up in my bed which is crazy cuz i swear i died last nightr

You know, I’ve been starting to relate to that trope where ghosts begin to loose themselves after wandering aimlessly for so long. When they start to forget.

Ghostkin but it revolves around my depression. Ghostkin wanting to be invisible, ghostkin wanting to go through people/objects/walls bc theyre tired of being shoved or ran into. Ghostkin but i haunt my room instead of bedrotting. Ghostkin but my low moods make me feel like im floating through life

I may be kinda mid but when you take into account that I’ve been dead for several months I really could be doing worse

addicted to relationships where one person is a ghost but it's unclear who's haunting who

am i haunting you or are you haunted by me? did i call you or am i the one answering? do you know which one of us died that night?

using "pack" instead of "chat". pack is this real.

prancing through a graveyard at night during a full moon would save me