Nothing

Ordering me around. Do this. Do that. Come here. Feel like this. Feel like that. Don't do this. Don't do that. Think like this, Think like that.

Why did you think that will work ?

I don't want anything. Don't tell me what I want. Or ask me what I want.
I don't know any more. And forcing me doesn't work.
I just sink back inside.

These spouts are pointless. I don't know why I keep writing. I don't even know if anybody is reading. People only call me when I feel bad. I don't want your pitty.