welcome to the afterlife
you might be a ghost. you didn't get to heaven but you made it close.

welcome to the hereafter, the last bathroom break you get before this road trip called life ends. everyone else is the in the same position as you - deceased. honestly, though, so what if you're dead? you might as well try and live a little.
register with a first and last in all caps
so out of context
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Posted: Jan 18 2012, 05:34 AM

1988 - 2012 / MILLIE
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    Hi. Iíve written and re-written that first sentence about a hundred times and I still canít come up with anything better than hi. Hello, John. How are you doing, John? Everything was easier when I started my letters with Hi. Youíve always been better at this, putting pen to paper and Iíve always envied you for it. So again, hello John. Guess what I found? I found ĎMelrineís mixtapesĒ! The ď2010, 2011 and 2012Ē edition. The Ďalbum coversí are still as hideous as the first time I saw it. I didnít know whether to laugh or cry when I saw the CDs, how youíve literally just coloured a piece of paper with highlighter pens Ė how you drafted the back cover with all the song names in pencil before inking in it because you wanted it to be perfect. Do you remember how I used to laugh and threaten to rewrite over the CDs, how I said I could make better use of the CD space with something a little less lame? Now Iím afraid of getting one scratch on it. I also found the letters you wrote. All of them are here and just as I remember it. Every scratch of pen, every crease, every thought. Itís all so cheesy, John. One letter has an inked outline of your hand ďso you can hold my hand when Iím not thereĒ, another has a (badly-drawn) perspective view of a box Ė you called it your kiss box. You told me that all your kisses were in there. I laughed so hard, John. Even now, it makes me laugh.

    But it hurts to laugh. And Iím sorry, John. Iím so sorry. Itís so terribly selfish but I need you to please say something. You donít deserve what I did to you and thereís no way I can possibly excuse what I did. I canít even fathom how you put up with me for all these years. It must have been so exhausting, John, to have to keep asking me to come back to you. I was always so stubborn and every time, I thought I couldnít come back, couldnít do it anymore. Because it would be going back to leaving you. Iíve prepared myself to leave you for years. It took such a long time. And I donít even know why. I was unhappy with my own life and I took it out on you, I wanted you to be just as miserable as I was. Thereís something wrong with me, John. Something ugly...

    You know, they say the opposite of love isnít hate, itís indifference. Thatís what they tell me. They think it comforts me to think you donít hate me, John. Do you hate me, John? Because I seriously doubt you love me. How could you, after everything? Please tell me, John. Because it makes me sick to the stomach thinking you could feel something worse than hate towards me. Please say something.

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