Black Book from Hell: How Great

It’s that damn notebook ! Cursed black object of attention. Of all people why did I, me? Of all people find it? Am I the main character in this story or that poor stud with the greatest luck of unluckilyness? Where can I hide it so that no body has to go through this shit other than me. Yes, yet again I sacrificed myself for people who only care for themselves and wouldn’t hesitate to fuck me in the ass with this shitty ass black note book from the chocolate factory below... heated and ever so flowing shit feast rivers of hell or whatever. Ever since I found this garbage of a book, I’ve come into money a measly 20,000$ HA! People would die for some kind of shit like that or sell an organ. Though now I’d sell an organ to figure out how to safely remove this book from my life without harming another. It says in the rule book that “one must pass, to pass.. the passesages of pages, but only without looking up.” What the fuck does that mean?! It feels like an intuitive process like somehow I know the book is fucking with me but also I’m connected to it. The energy is potent and if I really tap into it I can feel an energetic pulsing but only when the book is closed as if every heartbeat is so faint in each individual page that to feel it you’d need to close the book to feel a stronger beat or really tap into a meditate state to feel just one stupid page. I rather make a paper airplane and throw it “down by the river.” As those beautiful sweaty men say during thier routines. For what purpose? Who knows.. serve thier country but I believe we should serve the world as one country... anyways I continue to daze of because to do what I have to do would be against who I am. A gentleman, an empathetic being, a piece of shit, and so much more.. a vaulable piece of shit. Shitty unnoticed gold so covered in shit that no one can see my good deeds to deed them worthy of approval and yet again I must stay hidden within the depths of being a super hero even if people don’t know it as I walk this journey alone as always. I’ve become accustomed to loving myself so maybe it’s all the same no matter what note book.. black, blue, yellow, or fucking rainbow monkey colors with a hint of fuck you. I will do what I always do and persist and figure out this notebook even if I have to live forever with the burden of its secrets. This book... this black book. It’s alive I can feel someone’s energetic body inside so angry like a wild animal stuck inside the dimensions of this book I wonder how it came out to be created? I didn’t initially noticed this feeling only after sleeping and feeling it’s heart beat with mines did I noticed I started to feel these emotions affect me. When I’d go into work I’d come in with purple eyes like my coffee didn’t do it’s job so that I may do my job. An anger that was gradually increasing with every guest that came into the store it’s as if I wanted to react instead of respond and just crack thier silly little FUCKING necks! Ugh! Why? Whhhy?! Am I so angry?! Grinding my teeth almost to a powder almost as if I’m rubbing my gums together in anger promoting new growth of teeth from the violent stimulation of it all. Karen... another Karen! They’re all Karen’s even if they have different names. The book... it’s changing me whoever wrote these checks in the black book of the 20,000 dollars for every day is haunting me as if being cursed by a witch. Is it because I am sensitive to energy? Did I make a nonverbal energetic contract when I decided to consent and submit to the need of the book? 20,000 dollars for life with the checks being dated and signed for the next 600 years. Would checks even exists then? And would money from a check hold value? Why so many years? Why write all that information? This black book has me overthinking everything is it not enough to earn daily on my own? The karma of not earning and valuing the money I have had affected my life. I am alone, no friends, no lover, no family at least ones that would only use me because of this gift and curse. Everyone just wants a piece of the pie though what about a relationship not tainted by the secret I tell of this black book I was fated to find? A book that would take all the attention off of me to straight to its benefits and to be used because of it. Fuck this black note book. I hate it but.. I also love it... it’s the only secure thing that I’ll ever had even after my death nothing like that is guaranteed so maybe I am cursed but if I learn to live with it I don’t have to worry about common concerns till I die. I guess I can keep it till I decide what else to do and for now I’ll just deal with these Karens this whole world of karens. Me vs Karen. Forever.