I often say the word fuck when I get stressed and feel that the world is unfair. It gives me a sense of calmness knowing that I have managed to do something evil by cussing.
In those moments, I am no longer a caged bird.
So I say, fuck, fuck, fuck.
Excretions of an active imagination.
A free-writing blog.
Only fragments, drafts and outlines are posted.
Personality Type: INFJ.
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Pro-Oxford commas.
Raw and unguarded.
Credits to whangster of deviantart for my display picture.