It has been a very long time since we last spoke - but time down here does seem to work in a different way to how it does up there.
Last time we did talk was before Tony went off to the world up there. I remember him asking me about snakes and how I got here, but beyond that it's all a bit of a blur. Each day down here seems to last for ever but at the same time to take no time at all. Really confusing.
The counsellors are still having a go at me on a regular basis. I must be making their lives hell, if you'll pardon the bad joke ( again) - they really have no prior experience of dealing with somone like me - someone who still doesn't belive they are dead months after the event, someone who has absolutely no ambition to accept fate and move on to "The Fields" as they call them.
What really seems to be worrying them is that I've got a few friends now, who are joining in with my battle against the bureaucracy of death down here, who are as stroppy as me about it, who won't accept what seems to have happened to them and won't cave in and move on.
They all have similar issues about why they are here - it's always down to some bloke or other - and although we have taken different paths, they are all convinced that someone tricked them into being here - that they had other options, but chose wrong, and they want someone to pay. Interesting stuff - never saw myself as a role model for dead girls somehow - but here I am. I'll tell you all about it next time.
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