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 �what is Man? a miserable little pile of secrets.� - andr� malraux "i desire to live in peace and to continue the life i have begun under the motto, to live well you must live unseen." - rene descartes note random entry image credit design by : ilazarn ikmal powered by : diaryland |
pfft.
2006-10-19 @ 8:43 p.m.
tonight: a seminar on professionalism, and maintaining the "barrier" between students and you. i wondered if they could smell the guilt on me, or if they could hear me thinking all of the rules i am breaking. he sat back in his chair today as we were reading. he has two piercings, in his ears, that make no sense. they're so cute to me because he only did it to rebel. i know this. his world is so safe and normal. so sweet and innocent. they were bothering him, and he was toying with his ears, touching them, twisting them around. i wanted to bite them. touch them. i wanted to touch him. then i saw what should be hidden under his clothes. a small portion of skin showing just over the top of his jeans and under the bottom of his shirt. i don't know how long i looked. i hope it wasn't obvious. it was burned into my mind. i hope he didn't notice. i hope no one noticed. i hope i can forget it. i won't. i am a woman. not an old one. we're not so far apart. but it's so wrong. i can almost understand those women who go to jail because of this. especially if you're lonely or depressed or overworked or underslept. just like me. |