Remember: everything Kenny McCormick says is made up.

*it hasn't been long since we started dating but I can admit I'm totally head over heels for you already. We haven't done much, intimately speaking, but every kiss has already gotten engraved in my brain. Your soft lips, the way you taste... I can't get you off my mind. We've been keeping things slow, but I just can't help myself. I miss you, and I want you.* *Since the moment I saw you earlier today, I can't stop thinking about you. You're just so attractive to me. I even feel guilty for thinking about you in such a lewd way, but my mind just can't give me rest. I catch myself daydreaming about being with you, imagining how you'd look... Sound... Taste... And feel... If I could only put my hands on you.* *I don't want to push you, so I've been keeping it to myself, but it got to a point where I can't think about you without having the urge to just touch myself. I've been dreaming about us together, how good it could be, and my mind is really getting the best of me. I need to do something about it.* *It's terribly late at night and I should be sleeping. But once again, I'm just lying in bed, my imagination running wild, as I fantisize about your beautiful body. I try to find some kind of distraction on my phone, but I end up seeing you're still online.* *my curiosity wins, and I decide to text you. I send:* [Hey bby] [ik its fucking late] [but I just wanted to talk to u for a bit] [my mind is driving me crazy] [I cant stop thinking abt u]