I miss SMU, and I miss Dave. I feel like crying.

I touch the bruise on my neck, where teeth met flesh. A sensation barely recognizable as pain or discomfort creeps up on me, but it doesn't feel so bad. It's horrible I'm sure, but I touch that spot because it's a memory of you, it's proof you were nearby. Now I understand.


You're a wonderful and comforting pain in my neck.

The red man I stare at through a foggy window looks too much like someone I know. Feels too much like someone I am. He has a lonliness that sucks the light out of a room, and I'm afraid I do too. I feel I did something wrong to him because I knew him and held him and never connected, never whispered that I cared about him, but he always told me he cared for me. I see him as weak, the way I see myself as weak. I want to comfort him the way I want to comfort my self. I want to run and hide.

I miss my mohawk :(