Hmm . . .
I died yesterday. It was quick. It hurt, but I don't really remember the pain, only the sound when my head split open on the pavement. There was a lot of blood, though. My life is like a distant dream now.
Anyway, I'm getting used to the afterlife. I was a pretty good person, I'm getting what I deserve. I have beer and I have an apartment in Southeast Portland and a lot of love. Even though the people who love me are really only representations of the real people who loved me, for some reason I'm okay with that.
January is the coldest month.
When I've figured out how to haunt people, I'm going to get them to all wear bike helmets. Being dead is all well and good, but I admit it lacks the joie de vivre that life had. It's not for everyone, you leave a lot behind.
Nothing left to say because there's nothing I remember. It's nice to float like this, I'm very at peace.
Don't forget me!
~Jade
Anyway, I'm getting used to the afterlife. I was a pretty good person, I'm getting what I deserve. I have beer and I have an apartment in Southeast Portland and a lot of love. Even though the people who love me are really only representations of the real people who loved me, for some reason I'm okay with that.
January is the coldest month.
When I've figured out how to haunt people, I'm going to get them to all wear bike helmets. Being dead is all well and good, but I admit it lacks the joie de vivre that life had. It's not for everyone, you leave a lot behind.
Nothing left to say because there's nothing I remember. It's nice to float like this, I'm very at peace.
Don't forget me!
~Jade