my bedroom looks like when I was little, I cant explain why or how it just reminds me of it alot and it normally doesnt and Its freaking me out alot and makign me really scared...

It reminds me of the bedroom I was in when I was little that mommy smashed my china clown bank against a wall in front of us when we were three.. It reminds me of bad things happened to the baby when daddy would rock us to sleep...

Daddy mean to us abd punch us sometimes mommy too..
we tell the nice lady from the childerns aids place and th4ey send us bac to the mean man..

we tell a judge and he lets daddy go even though daddy ruiuned us and made us bad and dirty bad and dirty bad and dirty bad and dirty...

Never going to get clean always going to be dirty always dirty chhubby and ugly for ever ever evr.



No sleep no sleep no sleep so tired Mandy has to work tomrrow and we can't sleep but we are all coming in and out so fast she cant help it but they will say bad mandie because of not going to work and then we all bad bad bad bad bad noone understands how hard we try things aqre big aand scary and we are just little just want to hide under shell now now now now