I guess you could call me a ghost. I am, after all, dead. Only ghosts are supposed to be scary and stuff. Unless you're starring in that movie with Demi Moore, but I bet *that* guy was not dead.
Not the way *I* am.
Hello. I used to be Tachikawa Mimi. I guess I'm not anymore. I *could* tell you how I died and all that stuff. But I won't. That's too awful.
Especially knowing it was me there, really me.
I mean, when you watch ER, which I do because Noah Wyle is extremely cute, you see people dying, but you know it's not real and that the guy will wake up perfectly fine 'cause he's just an actor.
Even when you watch the news and you see the soldiers dying somewhere in Bosnia, you don't really react either.
Because you don't know them.
But if the guy in Bosnia was like, your father, I bet you'd care.
So, I'm dead.
I didn't really believe it at first. See, I was just 13. I was cute, and young and successful. I had a boyfriend that worshipped the ground I walked on. You could say that I was happy. I seemed happy.
I guess you could say I'm an angel too. But I don't like being called an angel. Mostly because, when I was alive, I was a real bitch.
Angels are supposed to be cute and nice and perfect. All the things that I'm not. Except the cute part. I was cute. I'm probably still. But I living just see through me, so I'm just nothing. For them anyway.
I don't know where I am. It's not heaven. It's not hell. It's nothing really.
I've been stupid. So what? Lots of people are. Take Taichi. He's more than stupid. And yet, he's alive and I'm dead. That's ironic.
I never understood irony before. But now I do.
It's like when you're a 5-years-old and you really want a Barbie doll for Christmas and you end up with a bathrobe.
But that doesn't have anything to do with me, does it?
No, of course not
I guess I can write whatever I want. It's not like anyone will see this. I'm dead, you see.
I have not started to live yet.
I'm dead.
::dodges unidentified flying objects thrown at her:: I didn't mean to insult Tai! I like Tai! Really! Uh, yeah, like I said in the summary, this was written last March, or maybe it was last January, anyway. It's probably full of spelling mistakes, because I haven't had time to spell-check it,so bear with it. Kick It Up is such a kick-ass song,