The sex scene was so damn hot, but I would crash out if other prisoners had loud sloppy sex almost each day, while I was trying to get some sleep in my cell after long day of work
The title is literally what my traditional-art professor screams at us each time we make mixed media pieces (I have PTSD from that, cause it is always random, like he just spawns behind us )
If I had to go back in time to save love of my life (without effect) and be witness of his suicide God knows how many times, I would loose my sanity too. Poor guy :(
"Why I'm like this?" "Why are you putting up with me even after I went that far?" Maybe because you both need to go to therapy?