yeah. . . . i am on that shit again. i feel that i should say it again. i really need to get married and move away. far away to some unchartered island where i could raise fat children with morals of steal. but since that isn’t going to happen then please god let me hold her in my arms atleast and let the joy of it bring my body to you. . . . okay i am thinking of someone in particular. i need to clear my fear before she gets away from me.