Hello
I'm not too good at writing
But I found this book in the basement
I'm sure she wouldn't mind
It'd been covered in dust and spider webs
But enough of that
I don't think diaries were made
For telling how they were found
Today was a good and bad day
I mostly roamed around the house (like usual)
I saw her (good day)
And she was crying (bad day)
I don't think living girls are into ghost boys
So I guess I should have stayed away in the first place
But I didn't like her being sad
I don't know if you're expecting me to say that I gave her a hug and dried her tears
Because I didn't
Ghosts aren't supposed to be friendly
I think that if she knew I stayed here
She'd leave the next day
I hope that won't happen
So I'll try my best to stay away
But as I was saying
I didn't get to make her smile
And even though I'm dead
I'm still painfully awkward and clumsy
And by painfully awkward and clumsy
I mean that I
An invisible ghost boy
Bumped into the coffee table
Spilling her drink
Knocking down her books
And scaring her terribly
Stupid
I'm so stupid
She left the house after that
I don't know where she went
And she probably isn't coming back
Because it's been a few hours
And the house is still empty
But I hope that she gives me another chance
And by me I mean this whole place
Because I'm not too bad of a guy
Really