So. I finally tell my dad what I wanna be when I grow up. And you know what he does? He laughs in my face. FUCK HIM. Whatever. If he isn't going to support me in what I want to do, fuck him.
I'm helllllla scurred. I've been reading ghost stories again, and telling my own ghost stories. I've had a few "encounters" with "ghosts". I think I'm just crazy.