Little Me wants to talk. She talks to T sometimes - not the 3 year old, but the 6 year old. The littlest me wants to talk now. Things come up with Teacher T and she wants to tell.

Some other part of me wants to punish her. I don't know if it's an old parent voice ("if you tell, I'll kill you") or if it's teenage me, who is angry or what. But we want to CUT. Cut, cut, cut. Cut, cut, cut.

Little me is SCARED.

If we talk to teacher t, we'll need t there to take care of us. i don't know how to do this.