When I was a little girl, I had a wonderful imaginary friend named Ricky. He was a tall person with no eyes and sharp teeth. He always defended me and protected me from bad people like my friend Sam who always bothered me and burned him alive.
Or my curious neighbor and he crammed it in the trash
Or my damned parents when they tried to put me in a sanatorium, so he transferred them to my life and forced them to live happily with me.
And now that I'm eighteen, I finally realize it's not my imagination
But for a moment, I'm not upset at all, damn everyone I already mentioned annoyed me
My friend Sam tried to rape me
And my insect neighbor had an affair with my father
And my parents tried to get rid of me because they hate girls. Yes I do not lie
Ricky also said that he wants to take me to the other world where I live with him in his palace in peace and happiness and have children
All I have to do is kill my wretched parents
How lucky I am to have Ricky I think I would have died if he wasn't with me