I woke up with one of my usual headaches, a signal of spirits attempting to establish contact with somebody willing to listen. Chatted with the young chap for several hours today off-and-on. He was your usual, run-of-the-mill ghost, the kind you contact with a Ouija board; his name was James, he was thirteen, and he drowned in a lake by his house by one of his parents.
I had pizza for dinner, which was amazing. That's really the high point of my day. It's likely that I'll just watch YouTube for the next three or four hours and go to bed.

I talked to my older brother and he said he'd love to tag along. Matthew always had an inclination for the supernatural, plus he can help me deal with my headaches.

This really brings back memories. Although I remember another song, infinitely more sinister...or maybe it was just the little oddball group I was part of. You know, the three girls who dressed like Wednesday Addams?

We had a villanelle we would chant. I don't remember all of it, but it started with:

We sing of things somewhat uncouth.
Rhymes of goodness we cannot abide.
There's no use crying for wasted youth.

It was a rather morbid poem, now that I think about it.

I haven't been here for a long time. Had to be hospitalized for constant migraine headaches. It's good to be back!

As a side note, I should mention that my name is Lyra. When my mother helped sign me up for the school, she thought "name" meant "username".