Please, help. I've stabbed out my eyes.

I drew this one while dating my last gf. Her birthday was on the exact same day as my mother's. At first I thought it was pretty neat and then I realized how much my mom and I just don't get along. And why. I guess I should be greatful to her. And in a way, I am. Still, I did feel like stabbing my eyes out. That Oedipal thing isn't always the fuzzy bunnies it pretends to be.

Please, help... the ol' ball 'n' chain.

It's funny how things that you don't like about yourself can so slowly become your permanent habits. Like chewing your nails or smoking. "It's just this once and then I won't do it anymore," you say to yourself. But then you find yourself doing it more and more. And doing it even when you're not prompted by the outside stimulus that was making it happen before. Then notice by contrast how hard it is to keep good habits going? You can try and try to make something like going to the gym or eating better part of your routine but you slip up once or twice and nada. So here's my idea, make the things that are good for you like guilty pleasures. And punish yourself with things like chocolate and cigarettes.

Please, help. I am more than a piece of mincemeat pie.

I am really tired of being treated like just a hot piece of ass. I mean, I am so on the one hand it's understandable but at the same time it's like, "Dude! Chicas! There is more to me than this animated meat sack you see before you!" I think more than I do anything else. I am a ball of creative energy. I can fü¢k you sideways all night long but could we also sit around, talk and cuddle? I am both interesting & interested in how your mind works.

Please, help. Whips & chains bore me.

Torture is soooo boring. I know, I've been putting up with it all week. Oh, you too, huh?

Please, help. If I felt something we could get this over with.

Do you just hate it when you're being tortured & you just cannot get you nerve endings to send you any response? I know I do. Such a drag.