It's difficult to figure out who you are. And then you have to admit that there are parts of you that you don't like. Ah, fuck it.
I'm burdened with an abundance of men. When all I want is one. Not just ANY one, I want FireOpal. I belong to him. I love him. He loves me. He wants to marry me. He said he WOULD marry me. Happy I. I love him.
Laters