I'm five years old. It's my first day of school. Nobody likes me. They pretend I don't exist, but that's okay, because Mommy knows best.
Now I'm seven years old. New school, new people. Nobody likes me. They pretend I don't exist, but that's okay, because Mommy knows best.
Now I'm eleven years old. My voice is killed by Mrs. Dysphoria. Nobody likes me. They pretend I don't exist, but that's okay, because Mommy knows best.
Now I'm fourteen years old. I'm drunk, cutting, and hearing things. Nobody likes me. They pretend I don't exist, but that's okay, because Mommy knows best.
Now I'm eighteen years old. They're burying me. Everyone loves me. They're my best friend, but it's funny, because Mommy knew best.