When did it all begin? I remember our family home. The one that had so much love and things, secret hiding places. Places where I had some many friends, a place where there was so much laughter, inside my mind. That's where I had the most fun. I was never alone, I had my dreams. I remember this one room that looked somewhat like a castle window. Like the one the girl had with the long flowing hair. I would look out of that window below at all my friends. " be down in a second, they couldn't wait for me to come play, and also the candy that they would send me in the house to get, or they wouldn't be my friends. I remember my mother heard them once, " if you don't go get us candy we won't play with you". And my mother not knowing how important is was to have those friends,said" get out of here, if you can't be her friend without her giving you something , go home! And that they did. So back up to my castle pretending they would come back, candy didn't mean that much to them. But they didn't. So I would go inside my head and bring out my real friends. Those who didn't care if I had a mean mother, they were my real friends. My mother didn't understand how much it meant to be able to play with someone my size, my age. Someone other than the friends inside my head. My family was the world to me. I am so tired, people are working my nerves. Why can't they just leave me alone.