Charlie's journal entry

[ooc: after this]

What have I done?

We were talking--we were just talking--and then like out of nowhere I wanted him more than anyone I've ever known--and it was good, it was so fucking good, it was good to be touched and loved and wanted--he didn't know who I am or what I've done or whether I deserve a lover--he was just there--

What have I done? What have I done?