They keep saying the same thing over and over again. But I'm not crazy. I'm not. Let's get this straight. I'm Aiden. I'm 15. And I see ghosts. My mom is so persistent on getting me to a doctor, to a pyschologist, to call me crazy.. But I'm not. The things I see are so real. It's almost as if I can talk to them. But I don't. Because that'd be crazy. My mom makes me keep a stupid journal so she can read through my shit while I'm gone away at school. Nosy ass bitch. She says if I track my "visions" that it'd be easier to determine that I belong in the nuthouse. But I don't. Because I'm not crazy. I'm not.All Rights Reserved