The fact I'll never have nobushi sitting on me makes me want to kms. Fuck, I can't take it anymore. I would do anything to have her sit on my face with her rear. Killing my family? Bet. Skinning toddlers? Of course. Genocide? There's nothing I wouldn't do. Fuck, I just want those nobucheeks on me, sweaty, greasy, covered in scars, bruises and dried up blood. Just imagining the aroma makes me go insane. Why does God give me his toughest challenges? What does my creator get from this? How long can this suffering go on? Now my only hope now is to live the way of God and pray for his mercy, having reunited me with nobushi in heaven. Peace be upon you all, children of God.