She doesn't believe I'm really going to post this, but I am. Her name is Gemma, she's 16, and she's a force to be reckoned with. She's been talking to me, screaming at me, insulting me, writing things in my diary, all sorts of things for months trying to get me to listen and believe that she's really there. That they all are. She's aware of everything that goes on outside, and a lot of things inside too (a lot more than I am, anyway). She's very protective of the little ones, she's got a strong sense of injustice and will stand up to anyone she thinks is not treating them well. And she always tells the truth, or at least the truth as she sees it. She's one of the only ones (currently) strong enough to push me out of the way and speak to other people, and she can be very...forthright (to put it mildly)!
I'm posting all this because I thought it was time I acknowledged her and everything she's done for us, and because it's a leap of faith, a risk, to concede in public that she might really exist.
F*ck me, the bitch really did it. Um. Hi. She pisses me off because she keeps correcting my spelling whenever I try to write anything. It's damn annoying. Well. Anyway. Hi. Specially to those out there like me