I know it seems kind of childish but....
I kind of miss my stuffed animals.
Like my Swan and my Jolteon that Nice Angel Lady made me.
I didn't realise how much I relied on them to not feel lonely.
It's childish but......
I miss them.
At least I have you.
I don't feel so lonely when I write in this book.
So thanks I guess.
Great, I'm talking to a book.
Well, at least you listen.
No one else out here does.
It's cold.
I wish I had better clothes.
These ones are all ripped and old.
And bloody.
And burned.
And singed.
And dirty.
I miss Mama.....
What would she think if she saw me now?
She'd hate me.
If she doesn't already.
Sorry, I got tears on this page now.
Sorry.
I have to go.
I think I hear Alleyway Monster.
