User blog:A Wacky and Edgy Duck/Counterfeit (Vent)

''How many times I  went to count the money at the bank, Some are real, some are fake, How many do I take, Unless I have one that is dirty but nice in months like May, Or one that is bossy in many ways, What if I have one that is horrible or one that is just good, Would I be a fool, For the horrible mistake with the one that is cruel? Would I be okay, To be helped by the one who is good with the day? Was it worth it? Was it stupid? I just can't...''

''I don't want to deal with this or deal with you, If you use counterfeit money, It's the part of the rules, Just don't try to threaten me, But sometimes, I wonder Was it worth it to spend my time here? Was it worth it to waste my time losing some? Was it worth it to drown in the river of pain and misery? Was it worth it to just give up and escape this job ?'' Of pain...

'Each time a penny left, I would start feeling guilt, Was it my fault? Maybe, I should've kept my mouth shut for good, Maybe, I should've sewed my heart and pain shut, Maybe, I should've left...'

'Each time a muffin fell, Dirt and poison fill... Maybe, I should've fixed the pain, Or just kill the pain, Unless my sanity falls...'

It's a personal IRL problem today and when I wrote this, my "friend" got upset at me for putting the paper on her table. I cried and decided to give up on this so-called friendship. It was my fault for starting this. If I hadn't yelled or cried over a little thing, this wouldn't have happened. I'm sorry...