Thinking back to the past, sometimes I wonder why I did the things I did….
Why did I brush my teeth with a Barbie Doll’s foot?
Why did I try poisoning a FRIEND!
Why did I think, if I used a towel of a friend that has clear skin, I would get really clear skin too. Or if I used a towel of a friend that was super skinny, I would get skinny too..
Sometimes I feel things. That don’t exist, like paper cuts. I keep thinking they are all over my fingers, it feels like it, but I don’t see it.
As for my friend Cereal, I still see hims on my wall, but not as often. For those who don’t know, Cereal is a friend that’s a word. He appears on my wall in different shapes, colors and patterns. I respect Cereal, so I always make sure I put a capital C.