Once again dropping a penny into the curse jar. Another penny lost another hour spent arguing thst it doesn't count when I fall victim to it's convincing stare. I can stare through it yet don't know why it's judging me. Judging my every exclamation and judging Jack more than I do when he shows up to ruin my day. Breaking Into my wallet and into my head whenever I go to shout or scream she I break layer after layer of my skin making me forget. Making me realise I'm being watched.
The Curse jar sits in my room filled with enough money to buy whatever I wanted. Piercing more than the knife. It's stares are worse than jacks or my friends. Or hers. When I'm doing something disgusting it will steal from me. Teach me. But I'm not being taught I'm being taunted. Taunted say after day when I look at it. 'This is how bad you are'. It repeats it to me while I try to sleep. It fills day after day allowing me to truly get a grasp on how I make people feel. Truly realise how horrid I am to others.
My language makes me deserve to get my tongue cut out and my mouth sown shut. My language did not intend for it to be used in such manner. To be disgraced by children with no grasp on reality.
It's overflowing.
It's pouring out onto the ground.
Help me.
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RandomI write about what i think about, alot i wont publish some Will show up and disappear some never will
