i see his photo. hes changed- short hair, slim arms, long body. he cloaks himself in tradional beauty-seeking, girl-swooning tight jeans and band shirts. his right index finger is indented from holding too many cigarettes. no more baby fat cheeks. hes a man, with manly desires of teeny-bopper flesh and sweet lips. i keep tabs on him. its been so long. i dont think he'd recognize me- just another nameless female face. it almost makes me want him again because everyone but me can have him. i wonder if he still holds a grudge against me.. i know i would. you could say he's under my skin. i want him to be gone and banished. gonna hire me a voodoo witch woman, gonna save my sanity!