It's after 3 am and I'm having a chat with a friend in which I admitted to being depressed and learned that he's going through a similar situation and also we decided that I'm the ghost of a chick who died at 16 and now has no clue what her unfinished business is so she just goes around naked in public because nobody can see her and jacks scarves from Walmart and stuff.

I just had to write that down. Just to put it out there in all its nonsensical glory.

We haven't given him a funky ghost identity. It's all about me, I guess.

...It's a siggie.