fuck it.

Change. Its Inevitable. I sit, I ponder, whats next. A feeling of anxiety sits in me, a feeling of aloneness. fuck it. fuck it. fuck. it. fuck. fuck. breathe breathe breathe breathe breathe breathe. fuck. trying to forget, impossible. i try, but why, whats the fucking point. i curse, i stress, i feel, i remeber, i curse, its moral, i laugh i cry i smile i lie. i cant, i feel everything. its human, its me. i am me, intoxicated by the world and all of its influences. whats next.