Hi, you.
Yes! You.
Under there.
What are you doing there, silly?
Come play with me.
Come play with me and my stuffies.
No one else wants to.
They say I'm childish and pitiful.
They treat me like I'm garbage.
Like I'm disposable.
They will see what disposable is.
But I wish I wasn't violent, my friend.
I want to be a sweet and soft little girl.
This inheritance is the worst curse.
I wish I could change.
Hey, friend, will you ever come up to play?
I am lonely.
I need some company.
I wish they didn't ignore me.
I wish they gave me attention like they do my brothers.
My brethren.
My kind.
My blood.
Are they?
Are they truly?
If they were, they would treat me like one of their own.
They don't.
It's clear.
I am not wanted here.
I need to relocate.
