Read chapter 2 of Children of Graffiti – if anyone can figure JD out, you can!

Here we are now, entertain us; I feel stupid and contagious. In disguises no one knows, I am doll eyes, doll mouth, doll legs. All the pain I feel, couldn’t start to heal, although I would like it to. I wish that i could heal myself. I fight this battle all alone, no one to cry to, no place to call home.