dancing on my own

Mostly, I think normies are just confused. They either believe in us and are scared of us or don’t believe in us at all and are missing out on knowing an amazing part of the world. I don’t think they’re bad people. I think they’re just misinformed. I do think we’re safer with them not knowing about us though. Did you know they have ghost-hunters?

Jinni: AHHH!!! Can't you just float through the floor or something!? Why were you under his bed anyway!!

Maybe, uh, Jinnevieve and Claire and Sinead and Adora and Wendy? But I don’t know, there’s lots of cute people.

I feel like I have a lot of weird ones, and I blame books, really, but probably the strongest fantasy I have is uh not dying a virgin.

The best thing is having endless amounts of time to read and write. The worst thing is that I’m somehow worse at making friends dead than I was at making friends when I was alive.

I’d probably stop my parents from hearing the news that I died. I don’t know what happened to them when I died because I didn’t come back for a while but when I did, my house belonged to a new family and I just couldn’t find them and I feel bad for them, because my mom and dad are probably the only people who would’ve missed me and I just hope they’re okay.

I don’t know, maybe @gabeangelis? He seems good at making friends and like he’s trustworthy and fun and all the good things.

It feels weird to say but I really have no idea. My therapist thinks that I’m repressing it because it was traumatic or something but I used to write a daily diary entrey back when I was alive and I’ve scoured those looking for clues only to get nothing, so I’m pretty sure it was some meaningless freak thing, like a car crash or a bolt of lightning or something where I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. 

Skye: I’m not doing anything weird dude. Unless you count lego millennium falcons as weird, in which case I think i’m gonna need a new roomie

I’m actually not too sure? I know before I died, I was sure I was straight and cis but now it’s a little fuzzier. I don’t know, it’s hard to keep track of your identity through such big events as death, isn’t it? Or at least, it is for me.

Paul: Hey, I'm so so so sorry for calling you so much last night. I mixed your number with the pizza guys, and he was running very late. I hope it didn't ruin your plans!

Paul: I wish I hadn't called at all because it's not like it made the pizza come faster... actually, it didn't even show up at all. I got ghosted by the pizza company which is, you know, kind of ironic.

Paul: I should be at our room in around five minutes.