WHY IS THIS HAPPENING?

Mother. I want my mother. I dont know who she is. I dont know anything anymore. I had a dream of a woman in the pink dress. I thought she was my mother. But she wasn't.

I dont like bad dreams. Why wont they stop.

Elevators? People? Dreams?

I want the lady with the green hair in that room to be real. I hope my drawing is still real... I lost it.

And I had a dream. I was someone else. I was white as... snow

Flowers in my hair. Anne has them to.

Lots of pretty colors.

Does anyone want one? I have every color of the rainbow if you want.

Rain. Rain. Rain.

Is it supposed to rain like this?