I confess that I'd really, really like a massage & that I'd also like to sleep for a very long time.
in b4 3 pages of sweet nothings between Marx and Schlosser.
I confess that I'm really starting to regret talking to certain people.
I confess that I could desperately use a massage or something to relax me.
Amen
I'd really like a massage too.
Wear a hat.
I confess I've been trying to not eat at all.
There are far easier ways to kill yourself. Like late night bestiality raids at the zoo.