God damn you phobia!

I feel as though it should be raining. I wish it were. I'm so tired of the snow.

Is it fair? I mean, everything else is wonderful but I can't stop thinking of the hands. I can't stand them. They aren't strong. They aren't representing protection.

I lied, everything else isn't so wonderful. It's sloppy. Inexperienced and sloppy. I'm not looking to start all over again. Go back to the age of teenhood? No thanks.
So... is it fair? To remove it all based on what carries you?

Those can't carry me! It's important to me.