I mentioned in my last post that I'm weird. I figured I'll talk about being weird.
I use a body that isn't mine.
my first memories are when this body was 9 years old. my family had just moved back into our house after a fire. we lived somewhere else while it was being fixed up. I wasn't here for the fire. I was here when we moved back home again. I remember my Nana giving me my first cabbage patch doll and my first strawberry shortcake doll.
I remember I had a friend named Jennifer who came to my 10th birthday party. I didn't know her very well when I first got here. I knew that I should know her because she knew me but I felt shy around her. it snowed on my birthday. the party was fun tho. I got a dollhouse.















