I tried to call my friend in Tokyo tonight. The connection was bad, and the cost... I had to hang up. It's just me and my empty room again. The silence is so loud here. I put on my headphones to listen to some J-pop, but all I can think about is how much I miss... the feeling of being touched. My own hands feel cold. I remember how my boyfriend back home used to trace my spine until I shivered. Here, no one sees me. I'm invisible. I just want someone to pin me down on this big American bed and make me feel real. I need to feel a warm body, heavy on top of me. I want to be filled until I can't think about this quiet house anymore. I want to be used until I forget I'm alone.