hey there. i'm jenna, 18 years old. i almost forgot the best part, i'm dead, a ghost, not living, d-e-a-d. it's kinda weird when you say it out loudly because i can't tell enyone. i mean i can but they don't hear me and that's a waste of my time......
how i died? well i'm asking myself the same question, i have no idea. first i was sitting on my couch then not even 2 minutes later i was looking at my own dead body. on a moment like that the only thing you keep saying and thinking is: "please, someone, revive me!" but there was no fucking chance i would survive so i had giving up hope. by the way my funeral sucked. they picked classic music whitch they knew i hated. but i forgive them, there where crying and i couldn't do a thing about it.
bright side: i can watch everybody i want to. like sad tramps or even better famous people like JAY Z or Rihanna. it is also realy not cool when people can't see you, talk to you or feel you... my parent always sad: "when you die you go to heaven". well they where pretty fucking wrong.
