Just listen to me.

Once upon a time long ago there was a little girl, a little girl who was different who was different from the other people in our village.

I'm not listening.

She could and and do things that no one could understand and that made them scared of her.

I don't like this story.

She turned away from everyone and became sad and and had no one to turn to stop it.

The more she turned away from people, the more scared they were of her and they did something terrible.

They became so scared that they took her away and they killed her.

No, even though she was dead, This part of her would go away 300 years.

The longer it stayed, the less there was of the little because because you want everyone to hurt just as much as you are.

So whenever you wake up you play this mean game.

But you don't play fair.

They hurt me.

So you heard them?

I wanted everyone to see how rotten they were.

You're just like them agatha.

No, I'm not.

You're a bully.

No, I'm they did something awful.

But it doesn't mean you should too.

All that's left in you now is mean and horrible.

That's not true.

That stop, this is wrong.

And you know it.

You spent so long remembering the bad people, not the good ones.

There must have been someone who loved you and cared for you.

You don't remember that you're not alone.