Count how many times I use the word "Fuck"

What the fuck is right. I don’t fucking get it. Exactly what it is I don’t get is… life. Life is just so fucking complicated it’s hard to even fucking believe there are so many fucking people alive right now. It’s like fuck, how many of us right now are thinking about killing ourselves or just ending it right fucking now? Seriously. That is a huge issue on it’s own. What the fuck, life? What the fuck!? I hate to admit it, but hell even I think about fucking offing myself or as I’ve been calling it lately. Cobain-ing myself. Yes I turned Cobain into a different type of noun. It doesn’t just name a person, it now names a fucking action. And even as I fucking type this I can’t help but wonder what the fuck there is to live for? When you’re not suppose to be happy cause “someone” can make you happy. Because that isn’t “good enough.” Or because it isn’t “right.” What-the-FUCK-Ever. No one in this fucking world is happy on their own unless they are fucking drunk, on drugs or heavily medicated. Get real World. Get fucking real.