I really don't have anything to say, but I am racked with guilt if I don't post something. So hear you go. You've got your pound of flesh. I hope you are all satisfied. Bastards. All of you. The way you touch me hurts. Can't you just accept the fact that sometimes I just want to be held? Why does it always have to be about your needs? What about my needs? You are all bad boyfriends and girlfriends.