I'm christen, a troubled girl and has a second life as a pony.Yes it sound crazy but its true.Hr name is doodle who is a yellow with a brown mane and wings.When I first told my best friend and dad I was put in a mental holding but doodle helped me out.when I dream at night I help her by whispering to her helpful things.As I used to think it was my subconscious but nope, it's doodle the Pegasus pony.My life looks normal but its not.I life with a aunt who is verbally abusive and who treats me horribly.I am suicidal and I have sexual thoughts about my crush.If you want to hear more about my life, feel free to continue and listen to some messed up shit if you don't I'll help you to the door. Your staying? Ok.Doodle helps me with my messed up life.She even helps me with my crush.At night, I think about a handsome guy named soarin.I like his name also.He has blue hair and dreamy emerald eyes that shine...I like to think about me and him, tumbling onto my bed after making out then teasing each other, after that we slowly take off our clothes, peice by peice then we have hard and heavy sex... I got carried away there, sorry.Doodles like a guy like that in pony version.She helps me with my art, also.I draw her sometimes, she likes it. She draws me also, purple hair brown eyes and freckles.Im short for 11.For my age, I have a horrible life though.Im lucky my parents are alive, and kept me in a way, some people don't live with there parents.Im a smoker and a alcoholic.I cut my wrist and legs.My aunt tried to overdoes me several times and I'm a slut.My life is just a horrible nightmare...well it was.Doodle came along and helped me when I was 3.I have Been kidnapped twice.My aunt the first time then two years later CPS(child protection services).Doodle saved me, again, by helping me stay emotionally and mentally stable during both those times.But I'm still wondering...how did she find me?Does everyone have a little voice in there head?Is she me?Am I her?if I die,do I become her?so many questions,too little of time to figure it out.If I was to lose her, I would become her.Shes my little voice.
