A week ago, if you told me ghosts exist, I would have laughed in your face. Hard. And I wouldn't even feel remotely badly about it. Because only idiots and children believe in ghosts. So if you were telling me about them, you would obviously be an idiot. Or a child. But that one is less likely, seeing as I hate children and would never be caught dead near one. So we'll settle for idiot.
Wow, my words are going to come back to me in a bad way in a second here. Because after the 15 years I've spent on earth, I've learned that there really is no way to predict the future, or have some underlying sense of stability in terms of existential beliefs and confirmation of truths. Everything is chaos. All the time. Trying to hide that fact is almost as stupid as trying to convince someone that ghosts exist.
Oh right. And by the way; ghosts exist.
