Fuck!

Conotations conotations. everything is to fucking blame, to rip the skin of a blister and bash your shin into break. The fucking anticipation is murder. i'd rather be drowning. to expect to answer is to blame. to find a fucking belief in a wall that doesn't exist can certainly be obstructive no? god damned fuck. Can't you just follow the fucking lines? why can't you color within them. What are you blind or just stupid? or maybe you just can't fucking take it can you? being normal? understanding what many do. Well maybe i don't, maybe i should just fucking find a room and lock the door? maybe i should shun everyone i come across and focus myself on the things that would bring me what i need. maybe i should just board the doors and the walls and cut my self from light. maybe i should fucking maybe. why can't i control this? why can't i fucking control me? why do i fucking have to believe in fear.