When she was alive she thought her life was an absolute living hell. That her very existence was a prison, and that the only reason she had for living was so that she could suffer tortures unlike that which had been thrust upon any human being in the long, sad history of mankind. (All because he parents won’t buy her a car for her sixteenth birthday…go figure.) Little suburban, middle class goth girl always wanted to be dead, until she was actually dead, because in reality feasting on the living and dealing with the reality of totally useless gangrenous limbs kinda sucks. Sucks pretty hard actually.