I laid on the hard mattress, my back aching. People are strange, for the most part. Like the fluffy white hair my peers have. That's pretty strange, because the ones outside don't have that. It's always fake thin plastic made to look like hair. Perhaps they want to look like us, personally I don't mind that but I don't know about the others. You never know those silly skin-bagged mortals are up to. I called up my friend last night asking him about those creatures, all he had to say was "Alas off I'm trying to catch but a wink.", or whatever the hell that means. The point is, I'm scared. Scared of them and the others. What if they come in, taking away our privacy and safety? But...why does everyone else not scared of them? Do they want us hurt? To be beaten and ridden of our sanity? Of course they never hurt me or even touched me, I just watch them from a distance. I'm tired of everyone else thinking it's stupid and silly when I run to my room and hide under the covers when I see them. "Why are you scared?", "They won't bite.", and "You're acting like a █████████, grow up.". I want those words to stop. I want them to stop. What must I do to get that? I never hurt them, just stop! stop! And you know what!? █████████, ██████. ███ ██████ ███ █████████ ███████████████. Bye, me. It's not like they'll find this anyways.