hey, ghost girl~ how's death going? any more despairful yet~?
That's... so nice of you...
Speaking of nice, something good happened recently! For the first time since waking up like this, I finally got to taste food and drink again. I was nervous about trying them, especially the drink, as for whatever reason, water and I don't mix. Thanks to being in the rain once, I now know how the Wicked Witch of the West from the Wizard of Oz felt when she melted in water...
Since you last saw me, I've also made more progress in understanding what happened in my past to lead me to this point. I have a lot of people in my corner, supporting me throughout, which I couldn't be more thankful for. I'll admit, it isn't the nicest having to think of my friends as suspects to... well, no need for me to go into the details, but like I said to a close friend of mine in the past: you can't turn away from the truth, no matter how scary it is.
Oh! And thanks to my memories slowly returning as well as the practice I put in each day, I'm slowly regaining my proficiency with the piano! Am I still hesitant in places? Yes. Do I still slip up? Yes. But compared to waking up without even being able to remember the name of a single classical piece of music? This is great progress!
So, overall, death has been treating me well! How has life been treating you?