Veronica's here. We have a class together, how fucked up is that? I didn't even know she could be here. I didn't think normal people went to this school. I mean, most people here are definitely NOT normal, but you know what I mean - people who don't own spaceships, people who aren't dead, whatever.
She flipped. Like, ran into Freddy Krueger flipped.
I didn't get a chance to really explain, she just ran off. I tried to tell her it was okay, but it was like she was in a trance or something. I don't even know where she lives, and I don't know if I should try to find her considering she looked like she was going to puke. I had my own major cookie-retention problems as it was.
allie_cameron, my roommate, didn't realize I was dead either, but she handled it. She was awesome, just accepted it and took me home.
Now I have a massive hangover; I couldn't sleep, so it was me and a bottle of champagne in the tub last night. Another shining moment.
I've missed her so much. I still miss her so much. If we can't work this out, I'm going to be wrecked. I'd rather be stuck back in purgatory. I just can't believe it, I can't believe I might be able to be with her again, but if she can't deal, I should leave. I owe her that much.