Sorry, not drunk; just tired.

I avoid eye contact at all costs.

See, what's wrong with me is this: I lack any and every experience of the social kind so that the smallest thing feels so potentially intimate that i shrink from it. Meeting a person's eyes can send my heart into a frantic state. Not unpleasant, but definitely unreasonable.

It's amazing to me now that i've gotten used to a lack of human physical contact. I notice intensely when i'm brushed against, it happens so rarely. I find an unrivaled sweetness in the inconceivable image of a body next to mine. Only just touching.

I am lack. (Bah.)

Faretheewell folk,
-Talthea (7/2/04)