So, um, I met a guy named Static today. He seems really nice. I was looking for my parents all morning, I think I might have found a clue or something as to where they are, there was this paper...It's really cool that Static can see me, most people can't. Although, sometimes it's annoying because I talk to them and stuff and they think they're crazy and run off. Hard time making friends. I live in this old apartment building, I think I used to live there. It burned down, didn't it? And Static is fun to talk to, I hope I get to hang out with him more.
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My Diary-Ghost
General FictionI collection of my thoughts, notes, and stuff about life, organized as best I can put them. May be a little confusing to read, but I'll do my best.
