He didn’t e-mail during the day.
He didn’t say anything about my e-mail before, during, or after class.
He didn’t say anything about my e-mail when I ran into him in the locker room.
I want to go to Scotland or Italy and become a shepherd or an auto mechanic or something.
The problem is that, no matter how far I run, I will still have to inhabit my own fucking skin.
And that thought is more than I can bear at the moment.