Who makes up all the rules about those girls I want?. Who tells them all to laugh?. Who tells them all to talk about me?. And I'm not sure what my purpose is for being here.
(1.2.1.2.3.4!). . I don't want to urinate on myself. I don't want to urinate on anyone else. Well, I guess that really doesn't matter anymore. Because I can't control my bladder anymore.