~here is the story of my woe and agony, in prose that i draw striaght from the black depths of my heart and soul

its as though my mind is…... a pattern of razor wire encrusted with needles. Every time one of them says something to me….a wire vibrates and the entire ststem begins to reverbrate within my mind…burning me with guilt… and pleasure at the same time.Log in to see images! and yet i speak at the sacrifice of your understanding…there are two women. Two beautiful, pretty, extraordinary, wonderful woemn,....that I…....care for. yet…i cant…. decide between them. One i can trust everything to, my life..my mind..my existence, and my..my soul. She is the only person in this life that truley understands me .. but the other is so open, so kind, she;s like an angel sent to deliver happines and compasion, having emerged from the woeful teen years crusted with compbumion and sempathy. They’re so similar, yet so didferent its impossible for me or anybody else to comprehend the situation. they both knwo of my affection for them, and seem please and flattered, and utterly willing, to welcome..my embrace. yet…..yet…..how do i know of their thoughts, their intentions? can i truley know if one or the other accepts me? what if THEY BOTH truly wish my company? wut will i do than? bigamy? no….no….i cant do that…i could not live with indecision…i couldnt live my own flaws….my own failures. I…..just….....wish that tinhgs were simper.. yet if they were…......would that make itlove? or….just….something else???

waht am i to do? i know not what. all i have///to do…and can doo…. is wait..wait..wait…. and see if the sun rises, in the westLog in to see images!