Everyone is fight fight fight over what will happen if someone dares to cross this sparky sparky field. I want to say STOP I WILL GO I AM BRAVE but I find out there is something special in me. A small person inside of me. In my brain. My life counts for two. It is too big a risk to take for me.

I do not trust the hair-in-face suicide girl. I forget her name.

Felicity and Dain and this sixnine of these is annoying me.

Maybe I will stop telling my group what happens with other group. It makes them too paranoid.