When is it politically correct to choose your time for death?
What illness must I  endear for it to be my  right to choose my end? What stranger will fight my right of my own free will of pain?

When can people hush and listen. Step aside....

These words of self reflections are not easy. Past mistakes lets not lye even today. Blanket pulled over head in memories of humiliation. If I don't peak out of my cocoon.

My lips cant forget the happiness you touched your tongue with.

My hands still smell of your skin.

My belly still rubbles from laughter of tales of your whims.

My thoughts are on this beautiful get away.

Listening but not receiving. Waiting. Static Error. Sending. Responce non conclusive.

You are incredible *******.

How dare you be who u are.

I despise you.

On the best part eating Strawberry  and Peanut Butter Sandwich.

**** It's So Good.

I can only say what ****** you are... PEANUT BUTTER JELLY TIME...

I'm in zone of repeated steps. Acknowledge my game in their desire for food and drink don't forget the pie.

Trying to appease most game that think Restaurant is Drive-Thru.

Taking nothing to heart from my game when their out burst of no food when there is full house.
Telling my game please be assured your food will arrive there is a wait . (  Remember I told you all about this before you ordered)

Look around Game. Everyone is Waiting.

Please Take Note Of My Warp Speed Ahead. I Care, I'm Trying .