Hello! ! ! I wonder if people are the same. When I was a kid, there were a lot of boys in school. I was shy, scared, and jealous of them around them. They smelled. I wanted to hug them, but I never did. I never made friends with these boys. I was lonely always. In my free time, I wrote stories about boys. In one story, they beat me. When they gave me a massage, it felt so good. In the second story, I was sleeping. They came into my room and gave me a massage while I was sleeping. When I woke up, I was sore all over. Once, I saw two boys. They were cute. Men were violent. They loved to fight each other. I wrote the story of the boy beating the other boy. The injured boy cried and peed his pants. The other boy laughed at him. He picked him up, hit him in the face, and kissed him. His kiss was violent. They fell in love. I do not write these stories anymore because I am older. I like bullies and nerds. I like the violence of men. They are curious. It makes me sad, curious, excited, and wonderful at the same time. They find warmth in violence. I will never understand men. Now that I'm older, I draw Liam S. I love how big men massage Liam S. He's so sweet and pretty and scared and curious and awesome. He can't do anything. He is so weak. He is a loser. He has no love. He has nothing. Thanks for listening =D