Mommy always said I was a special kid, and that's why I always have to sit in my room and watch nice things. I love her so much because she takes care of me, unlike the others. They are mean to me and tell me I can't play with them, but I do my best. Mom gave me a necklace long time ago that keeps me from being a naughty boy. She also dresses me in pretty clothes such as white shirts with these big sleeves. I never hurt anyone, and I don't want to do it either, I always try to help them and be good to them, but they just start to be mean and rude to me. It really is breaking my heart.
Wednesday, 31 July 2013
Here I am, sitting in front of a mirror, staring at my own reflection. I'm waiting for him to pop up from somewhere.. to.. hug me from behind.. to feel his freezing touch on my skin once again.. but he's nowhere to be seen. My life changed dramatically in the past two months, and that's only because of him.