Voices and ignorance
They. You. We. Us. Point? Check and mate! Shut up already. Let me do it by myself. Is that ok? Spotlight their? Life ruinee. Hahahahahahahahahaha! Ok... let me. Make sure these fools understand who this... what?! Oh geeze. This is hilarious. Well, I’m Jacquelyn as you know it and the real one. Like the one. I can’t believe I have to say it like this. I was born on the day and time I, Jacquelyn was born in the place of San Antonio texassssss. 😎 My parents of special edition me are my parents. Only to me. My birth chart is if not amazing just a normal persons birth chart. I scoured it. I even sat there and felt like a pig for scouring it as such. That’s all I want to learn about, I thought. That isn’t that bad is it? No one answered as par usual. I like using words as such and I’d ask my teacher if I was doing it the right way. Writing or what not. I’d sit and wait hopelessly devoted to be the best. Not to toss some unneeded salt in your direction. You’re not a slug. It if I called you one would you see the sweetly drawn slug with an beautiful reminder of your unique character? Or would you just think and grumble your dissatisfaction of me calling you a slug. I got off track quickly fully discussing what I would say and how I’d hope your digest it. Still your not superhuman?... well I’d simply say you’re not me. Oh well, right? The conversation would’ve still went smoothly and we would’ve became or remained great friends or aquaintences. That’s is just a tip of the iceberg of my thought process even with some pausing or dock using on what it is I’m doing. Even feeling... your curiosity and your thought. All things I found quite irritating but I cannot wall around in a cloak covering my face. Existence to be exact minus my spirit. Me. Myself and I are trying to pull me into what I find inappropriate to finish discussing what my brain would say on paper or your phone. Your computer screen would show parts of me to you. Same things that’s are offered despite how public it’s not displayed. You could put a discreet photo of a favorite band or item. Inanimate object to be exact. I like being exact. Especially as I have reached age 31. I’m feeling that curiousuty against. Your distrust makes me happy because I know your pain. That sentence makes me sick to my stomach. I don’t want a crown or power. Laziness and my strengths were just floating around before I made it real. I just want the world to be as we are. As it’s always been but with god. I don’t want to think about religion. I want... the tears of us that are here with me fill my being up. I wish I could help. What if your just my weak mind being gullible? What if you’re real and that danger I always feel or think of is happening. “But I call my mom and she’s fine” the only person I could get that close to. My thoughts jump back to those people I saw literally placed into my re of thinking. What this is will happen. Why do you even... I’m thinking of the flan in the fridge. My spouse wanted him cold. The ingredients made enough for two dishes of flan. We enjoyed the first. I was and still so proud of myself. Those characters has been harmed and it was the female. I want to disclose more information but my fear seems most righteous. For them I must obey. My I love you’d seems the same. I am right to love in his honor. It’s true love. Oh, hi Disney! My chest starts to breath and nearly heave with some type of way. A way that I will never find useful unless to make things as they are but worse. That fear and not even close to waiting for feeling and dread that someone wants me dead. It’s a joke really. That fucking dog. That fucking cursing you make me do. I always did it on my social accounts till I finally couldn’t anymore. I let it go cold like setting cement and when I broke free of it I was again reminded of myself. The me my self discipline molded despite the flaws. Pretty great. Still jealousy and it’s green sits and grows like an infection. Healing isn’t the the question. I’m an antidote but apparently I’m still being looked for. I was being looked for my brain inter
