I don't know my name anymore. I think it started with an "L".

The good news is that there haven't been any more crying voices. I think I am the last one. Maybe there was never anyone else. Well, the two laughing voices. They haven't stopped. It seems as if their laughs are having a conversation. When one stops to catch breath, the other goes in to keep the noise sounding, laughing louder and more manically.

I also found out that the bugs could be stopped from biting. I used my nails to pull out my skin. I just scratched, deeper and deeper, everywhere, until fresh painful flesh came out.

It hurts, it hurt and will continue hurting, pain tingling and burning.

I wish my skin could grow back, but I fear that would mean the bugs would be back. 

I want to die, but there's nothing to hurt myself enough to do so, and nowhere to jump from and nothing to hang myself with. I don't think there's a down I could fall into anyways.

Was my name Lin? Lay? Lie?