You want to talk stuck? I'm stuck like this. I'm a fucking ghost. I can't even take off these fucking boots. I am stuck, forever, in this empirically sexy bra that digs into my ribcage, which still hurts even though I can't feel anything and how the fucking hell does that even work, because I was on a date when I died. I'm looking like a fucking girl. I want to touch things, I want to be seen by people, I want to have sex and a hangover and eat food again.
I'm a ghost, and all you lot have no fucking idea how lucky you have it, even those who have died because at least you're alive here, at least you have chances and more than a love who goes fucking psycho with no warning.