make me feel like a jerk.
fuck you.
i died.

i want to die. i could have died.

My ghost story.

I used to sleep a lot downstairs. there was a t.v. room down there with couches. i used to stay up late at night watching television. One night, i woke up in the middle of the night. the television was still on, but only white noise was pictured across the screen. i looked over to the side of the couch, and there next to me, was a girl, maybe around the age of 18, or 19 years old. she had thick black hair, and she was wearing a white night gown. her head was in her arms resting on the side of the couch. i could hear her crying in inaudible sobs. i couldnt believe what i was seeing, so i rolled over to the side of the couch she wasn’t on. i forced myself back to sleep for another half hour.

when i woke up again, i looked over to where the girl was to find her not sitting by my side, but standing over me with her hands covering her face. she was still sobbing. I knew at that moment that this shit was real, so i decided not to turn my back to her but just shut my eyes as hard as i could until i fell back asleep. that was the only time i saw her, but i have refused to sleep downstairs sense then.

I feel unncomfortable writing in this blog lately. i would rather write in my other one. so.....
The end.

For now.