in prison, accused of telling the truth.
I like to study people. As of late, I like to study lovers. I like to see their actions around one another and their body language. I'm on devart looking at pictures of lovers. It's so interesting to me. It's cute. I want that. I like the bodily contact they have. Holding hands, or touching an arm or anything. It's so strange to me how two people could ever have such a bond in mind and body and heart. And everything. The idea of love doesn't exactly click with me. It's weird and strange and kind of just non-existent. And I guess I've felt that way for a while. I didn't really think I would experience it myself or know the sensation or feel it in my mind. But I guess I have somewhat. Not enough. But soon I guess I will. I just think it's interesting.