Now comes the mystery.

The practice of finding your centre of the hurricane.

Right now I'm spinning out of control....remeber what you have learnt, practice, you can escape this other reality.

Fuck off you annoying fucking cunt she yells, slamming the door behind her.

I guess I deserved to be spoken to like that after not understanding story time the way in which I was meant to, the way in which it was mumbled through.

You see there is no place for expression or questions here...none at all. You must understand or risk the abuse. Step out of line and dont understand and you will be scolded. I know this story greater than any other ive been taught. Yet I havnt learnt just yet to shut up, nod and smile. I must to try understand, engage and make sense of the world that is being painted for me. Perhaps its time to stop though. Learn your lesson, grow up and shut your annoying cunt mouth.

There is no space for you here girl. Dont you see that you are recreating your childhood. When you didnt listen then you got scolded. When you dont listen now you get scolded. Shut the fuck up little girl. You always did get in trouble for your lack of understanding.

Scold scold scold. I guess I enjoy being punished.

Destroy me, make me nothing, its clearly what im looking for.