Dear diary,

There was a funeral. Oh dear God I really am dead. On the bright side, all the classmates that had treated me badly felt guilty and were even crying. Wow, how popular was I for even bullies to cry for me. 

Did that last bit sound conceited? I think it did. 

Thankfully no one will ever read this. You know how girls always write that in their diary, but then someday someone reads it anyway? Well, that will never happen to my diary. You know, since I'm dead. 

Unless there's another ghost who will steal it from me.

I'm not even sure if there are any other ghosts in this strange inbetween world or whatever it is. So far it has been just you and me, diary. 


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