i like some of the things that are happening but other things not too much. i guess this is how life is. it's very confusing too i guess. i was helping one of the others and then i thought about this place. its not really for normal blogging or anything i guess..

i still never gone to therapy. to be honest, i'm kind of scared to. what if i found out some really bad stuff about myself or one of my friends or siblings. that would really hurt me
Good stuff is that i got a new bed and some new things with my friends at IKEA. i like it there, especially all the toys. i finally got my own train set! that's pretty cool isn't it? I want to find a stuffie of a Creeper like in minecraft.. maybe i will look on Amazon.. btw is it normal to have so many younger siblings when the body is growing but it seems like your all not? i mean, there are some bigger ones, but not all of them are grown up all the way..
i'm going to play some minecraft though and hopefully i will feel alot better because right now i have a really bad cold

Dear Drake,

I know you are trying to protect me, but i'm pretty safe here. nobody will hurt me here. you dont need to worry and try to erase things online for me anymore, i'm old enough to do this now please. thank you for the past help and stuff. i may look really small and everything but i got this


This letter is for Drake our friend who is called the Mimicker. he pretends to be others and keeps people away from us. but that doesn't really help anymore. the body is gonna become grown up, we lied before about it but now it will be true. no more lies. no more scary stuff. I trust you please trust me.


~ vinny the explorer ^ - ^

Last time I posted I was really mad. Now I just feel kinda empty. I wrote a poem for Brook.

I had a dream in the middle of the night
There was a blue bird in the tree singing
He knew that the cold was never coming
Here there is no winter

In my dream I closed my eyes and fell
I opened them and the bird was outside
I was standing watching him gather berries
For his beloved.

Just wanted to clear up that the last post was by one of the "others" named Kenny. He does this thing when he hides behind others and cries out about what he thinks is happening. Most of it seems true, but I get tired of all that whining, and well, I'm not really here to whine, I really want to make friends who understand me, and make my life somewhat bearable. I'm annoyed that Kenny used my name, but I can't delete the post anyway, so there's not a lot i can do except post this.

Hello, my name is Vinny. I live in a way that is very hard to explain. It's hard for me to express my thoughts sometimes, even though people say I'm very smart, it's very difficult to find the right words for how I feel. I do know large words and sometimes have opinions, but mostly I prefer to sit quiet. Well that isn't working for me anymore. I'm sorry this is so long, I just need to talk about this after so long it is affecting my health and relationships now, and I don't have the ability to go to therapy.

I like to write stories using my "friends" in them, but mostly I just make up somebody for the story. There is a difference between my story characters and the people that only I can hear and see. I decided that I was special, and that it was cool. But now it's just getting confusing. I will try to explain whats happening as clear as I can. I never have done this before so sorry if parts don't make sense.

My "see-thru friends" are people who seem to look like kids at a distance. They sort of behave like kids too. All of them are different shapes, sizes and color skins. They are all people. They come in weird sizes like a foot and some up to five feet. All of them seem to have odd features like eyes a little too small or wide apart. Big ears or very thin limbs. Red boy is one of the strangest cause he looks normal except for having red skin. I can hear and sometimes see them. I mostly hear them. I never see them unless I'm dreaming or I'm really tired. They have names and birthdays but never ages. Everyone has a range of emotions, and can randomly feel anything because of something they saw or heard. All these little people live around me and call my parents their own. They refuse to tell me where they came from.

They are all nice to me and friendly like normal people. When one person gets hurt, we all do sort of thing. Sometimes one will take the body and use it to experience things they can't do, like eat or climb a tree. Mostly I hover around and watch others take turns doing things. I have a friend now but it's difficult, mostly because they don't understand how it feels or whats happening. I have to push one of them (my "friends) away and they can get their feelings hurt. There is a few which are teenagers and one of them does strange things in my dreams. I have to live with them every day even if I want to be alone I can't I still hear them.

A little bit about me: I was born in a nice apartment and grew up Christian home schooled. I spent most of my life alone in the apartment since both parents work. I always had my "friends". My parents didn't molest or hit me. I don't know why I started to fear the outside world and dislike people. Today it has taken me a lot of pain to finally talk about this. I am hungry a lot, and lonely and sad. I need help now. Mostly advice or ideas on how to cope. I don't even know if I have DID ..