hey bitches
it's me your favourite ghost
god i love talking to myself like someone's listening, really spices up my day
i don't really have a plan for today, i've been unsuspended though!
thank fuck
i can talk to other ghosts now
maybe i can get some bitcheskidding, my hearts with my boys and they know that im waiting for them
"hello alex"
i jumped turning around
"is that wilbah sewt" i did my classic british accent
"it is indeed"
"well hello good sir! what brings you to- well being dead"
"that i don't remember" wilbur chuckled
"peculiar""you arent mad at me?" wilbur seemed surprised
"what happens in the land of the living stays there, like yeah what you did was weird as fuck but as long as you don't bring that shit to the land of the dead i don't really care" i laughed"what's with the music?" he asked
"oh, it's how you communicate with the living. you get a song and if somebody you knew whilst you were living plays it you appear to them and you can speak to them for a little, only issue with it is you can appear and disappear at any moment" i explained"i'll pretend that makes sense"
"it will over time"
"i'm glad someone i know is here"
"awesome" i chuckled not knowing how to reply, i wasn't overly fond of wilbur but i just wanted a peaceful time being dead, i don't want any hastlei explained a few more things; like not to flirt with famous spirits and how it'll get you in big trouble
sometimes experience comes in handy
he eventually poofed thank god, i hope it wasn't to george or dream, because that's just fucking weird
it concerns me slightly that he now has the abilities to be more stalkerish. I just hope he doesn't manage to learn possession or telekinesis in an essence because that won't be good for anyone
sapnap and karl have been cuddling all day, even as a ghost i just sort of lay with them even though they don't know i'm there, is that weird?
it's like i'm a third wheel in my own relationship
to be fair i am dead
probably why
i wonder what things would be like if i was alive though
would we all be engaged?
would the wilbur stuff have happened?would george and dream still be together?
i don't know, life and the way things turn out is weird; not much i can do about that
since being dead i've actually spoke spanish more, i like seeing my mom and cat, tiger, my mom doesn't really listen to music so i haven't had the chance to see her .
in mexico the spirits are a lot nicer and calmer, the spirits in england seem so depressed and gloomy.
i think that a lot of them keep positive with excitement for dia de los muertos.
maybe when i see my friends next i can convince them to go to mexico to celebrate, they'll be able to see me for a whole day. that would be so damn cool
a whole day in my hometown, where i grew up with the people i care for most.
maybe england should have some sort of celebration of the dead, but then again they're all boring as fuck there's nothing to celebrate
there's still over a month until dia de los muertos so i have time to see them and tell them about it
but for now my biggest concern is making sure wilbur doesn't do anything bad
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