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When I spoke to her this morning, she smelled so strongly of herself, and I felt so intoxicated by the smell and her voice and her face, and I felt this honest desire for her then that I could not control. It felt so pure, to really want something and to really know that I wanted it. And to be confronted with my own humanness by desiring hers, it was so strange, so real...
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I crave for these kinds of honesties, to abandon myself, to crawl out of this body that is bound my self consciousness. I don't want to feel self control and restraint anymore, I want to be liberated of all this. I often feel so inhibited, so stuck in my own head and body, and so restless.