i feel so out of it. dissociating in and out of time. i miss my mommy. daddy is in my head. i dont want to listen anymore and i cant make it go away. we wish we had friends to play with instead of jsut in the head. we want to cut big holes in the arms and legs. make it all red. red is oour color. night time people here are scary, they look like a man. we like the brenda lady.she played games with all of us. the dance game. no more words.