My brain is falling out.

Please make me a real boy.

I like your floor.

I never had a birthday.

Mommy... I'm sorry I broke myself.

I can never go to sleep... but I can lay quietly and not make a peep.

My mommy doesn't hate me! Because I'm special! And unique! Because there's never been anyone like me before, ever! Mommy loves Martin because he is real, and when I am real Mommy's going to read to me and tuck me in my bed and sing to me and listen to what I say and she will cuddle with me and tell me every day a hundred times a day that she loves me!