I used to believe…
untill i was 5, i had an imaginary friend. her name was Samantha. my mom would always set a spot for her at the table, but she never ate her imaginary food. after my sister was born, Samantha "told" me that she had to leave because she didnt like my new sister. i hated my sister for a very long time because she drove away my best friend (we lived in a community with alot of old people who never had any children visit, so i didnt have many friends.)
