eff the world im outta here?

been a domestic servant today. clean this clean that. but i have a way to make chores a little bit more interesting. mother nature is big help. crank the tunes and ignore the whole outside world for a while. in psycho speak that means isolating. maybe, maybe not. i was focused on my task and was thankful i was alone. cleaning the bathroom is not always a pleasant job. but it was ok because i was flying and up the tunes some more.  while i know being alone so much isn’t much good for me but i am short on alternatives. none need not to be proffered at this time. i feel like i am sealing myself into a cage. can look but can’t touch. is that how one succeeds in finally saying without sorrow or regret fuck off everyone i am outta here?