I think we all come at it in different ways

So I says to T, you don't have to make a place for me; which is what i've been talking about recently, about there not being a place for me at my parents' house, and not even ever at my own apartments. And tonight, I thought, wondering if T gave the pink monkey to the other girls meant, there must have been little girls my parents liked more than me, because they sure weren't showing ME the love, so it must have been going someplace else? Snuff said she wanted to see the movie about the life this other girl lived that my mother had in her mind.

That idea of a little hankster always sounded kinda phony to me? some ideal happy little shirley temple, wtf. but this is my story, and it's real. so this ghost hankster I can relate to, that my parents saw instead of seeing me, and there was no room for ME.