-God, I love your tongues. -I know. -And the fact we communicate telepathically, no need for words. -I love your eye, it's so shiny and black. I want to glorble it. -You naughty devil. -I am. -Glorble

I specialize in questioning. I'm not here because of my job. I'm confortable with it. I think I'm gay. It's stupid to admit it now, though I can't do that to my family. I've never had sex with a man before.

You know, those communist college kids? Most of my clients these days. They're a spoiled bunch, but I do get some great conversations with some of them. They're so far apart from my generation, it's like

I binge watched "Community" last weekend. All of it, again. I don't know why I do it, really. Can't sleep. I feel like I'm really losing grasp of reality when I do stuff like that, like

My father forcebly took my underwear out and then left my room. I was seven at the time. We're totally ok now. Really we are. He was a good man, I don't like thinking about that time. I guess he was trying

My back hurts like hell. I coerce men like me to do tasks I know are inhumane. I've never truly recovered from my accident. I still feel my toe itching, but it's not there and I'm a pussy for caring so

Peace/stress

Your dependent is hungry.

Jesus Christ was gay.

End game, Red tape.

Over encumbering oneself.

See "Depression".

Reaction to: confusion/lack of understanding.

Symptom of paranoia.

Socioeconomic environment.

Dependency on oneself's socioeconomic environment.

See "stress", or "a doctor".

Me.

Self-satisfaction.

Relief.