Dead Girl's Diary

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October 7

On August 29th of this year I died. It was not a painful death but rather easy. I killed myself with all the pills I could find as well as all of my prescribed ones. A nice overdose is all it took to set me free. I honestly thought I wouldn't become a ghost and be able to disappear and reappear whenever I wanted to. I have never appeared to anyone before because I did not want to. I didn't want anyone to think I hadn't really died, even though I'd had a funeral and everything. I go to my high school at least three times a week to see how all my friends are holding up and sometimes all they talk about is how they sometimes feel my presence, as if I am still there. And I am they just can't see me. I think that it would hurt them more to see me because they would want me to stay with them but I cannot. Being dead and a ghost limits how far I can go from the place I died, which I do not understand. One day I tried to go for a walk to the beach and I made it there alright, but as soon I as started to go down the beach I had passed out and woken up back at my house on my bed. My friends wouldn't understand.