October 15, 1998 – Thursday – 11:30 p.m.

I feel I’m growing cold.

I haven’t held anyone in so long.

I haven’t been touched in so long.

Jenny will sometimes walk by me at work and tickle my back; so sweet.

I feel I’m losing my touch.  I’m losing my me.

Is my heart hard?

Did Sarah break me?

Can God fix me?

My old self, I want you back.