this morning I sat at the top of the stairs.
"shes crazy I tell you"
"we need to send her to a mental institution"
"i think that would be the best option"
"i cant live in a house with a crazy person"
"who knows what she'll do next"
"lets see what the psychologist says and we'll go from there"
my own foster parents think im crazy.
but he's real.
why wont anyone believe me?
