My shit better not get hack by me being part of this good idea. All the other entries were like about these certain things and a few I like but not those things. I have sent drunk letters all around the world. I like doing that. Why? I have not a clue but its cool when a jap, a brit, a whatever read the same drunk letter with the same fucked up writing. It doesn't cost too much. I really don't know what to write here and I might as well write about the thing: that seems to be the Theme. Woman: What can I say? I love them all. The fat ones. The skinning ones. The pretty and ugly. You know in my culture black women are looked down upon? The few I been with were pretty awesome. The point is I am a whore and I do not not care. But when we get deeper then the surface what is there? Love is what I read to be the thing. What is it? I like a John Lennon qoute about it and it goes something like this: like I have my right and left hand, I have Yoko. The other half is part of you but what does that mean? I think I have loved or in love with some but so far I have not goting that far. My first was my high school crush. She became like my best friend and then ditched me. I do not know why. I feel like I should of seduced her. Or I simply should of told her how I feel about her. I did neither and she seem to have split. I hope not but we shall see. Another one brought me closer to God. She seemed to be the one. It was at if She was sent by God. She had me upside down with no breath. She just took it away. But, then again, I never told her how I felt and when I had her near, sleeping above me, I didn't kiss her. Then this other one was like love at first sight. She did not know that and she had a boyfriend. It did not matter and she became with me and now she is doing it again with her next, which is a friend of mine. I don't feel the same towards her anymore. If she would of left the first bf I would not be writing here. Ok the main point I writing here is to say: Don't hold back. If you really think that you know what love is, which I don't think you do, and that you have found your missing link, tell them. I feel like I have walked away twice with out striking out, which is worse. Don't live with What Ifs when you could have What Was. With my experiences I much rather have known what could of been, then not, with no balls.