Witch

“November 29th: the day I became a true witch.”

That’s what my sister’s friend said. At least I assume because I heard her through the wall and our walls are made of complete shit. It comes with living in a shit town I guess. Shit walls shit town it’s all the same. But anyway my dad took away my audio equipment so I can’t really do anything else apart from listen to my sister and her friends through the wall. I don’t know what they’re talking about but it sounds interesting. I don’t really need friends like that though. They’re laughing really hard right now over that line. Maybe it’s a line from a diary or whatever. Doesn’t matter who. It kind of sounds like what I used to write and I thought I was the hottest shit in the room. I have this journal I keep under my bed full of it. It’s all really shitty song lyrics.

“One for sorrow,

Two for joy

Three for a girl,

Four for a boy

Five for silver,

Six for gold,

Seven for a secret never to be told.

Eight for a wish,

Nine for a kiss,

Ten a surprise you should be careful not to miss

Eleven for health

Twelve for wealth,

Thirteen beware it’s the devil itself.”

I stole that one from a kid’s nursery rhyme book because I liked the mention of the devil. I thought it could make for a fucking banging nu metal track and honestly I see the appeal. But I’ve heard too many teachers go off about the dangers of plagarism and its honestly too much work for me to really give a shit. I still don’t really understand what it means but it’s kind of good. I’ll share the other lyrics another time but these are the only ones I really remember what I was talking about. I kind of hate that about myself. It makes me feel like a fucking Alzheimers patient. What’s stopping me from remembering? I wonder if my sister remembers. I shared some of my lyrics with her and I only really remember her singing them while playing on her guitar.

I wonder what that diary had in it?