You know, a lot of women think and dream about being rescued by their lovers, but I don't. Not really anyways. It's so weird. Whenever I think about Wesley getting into a fight for me or doing something that would save my life but take his, it makes me truly sick to my stomach. I would rather die for him than he for me and I would rather that I hurt or become hurt in the process of something terrible than for him to jump in and save me and become hurt himself. Am I making the slightest bit of sense to anyone?

A song to lighten the mood...okay not really


O people
In a hut made of tin and clay
A small boy dreams away
Of clean water and a meal a day
And not to fear mines as he plays each day

O people
Somewhere dark and out of the way
Aids has found yet another prey
To save his life he just couldn’t pay
Tell me what we’re going to do

For our brothers in Durban
For our sisters in Darfur
Show me what we’re going to do
Are we just going to sit there?
Nice and cosy on our armchairs
Will we not even make a prayer?

You might ask yourself
Why should I help these people?
They’ll tell you why
We’re not so different from you
We have dreams just like you
But they were buried with the
bodies of our loved ones

O people
Are we deaf, dumb, and blind?
What is going through our minds?
Don’t we care for the rest of mankind?

O people
We claim to love peace and justice
Why do we preach what we don’t practice?
Let’s help them out of this darkness

Tell me what we’re going to do
For our brothers in Ethiopia
For our sisters in Rwanda
Show me what we’re going to do
Are we just going to sit there?
Nice and cosy on our armchairs
Will we not even make a prayer?

-Sami Yusuf

I don't agree with his religion but I love this song, dedicate it to God and it's a lovely cry from the heart.