I can't stop thinking about him. Every waking moment, he's there, in my mind, an obsession that consumes me. They say I'm learning about personal space here, but I just miss him so much. Today, I wrote his name all over the walls again, in my own blood, because I need him to see how much he means to me. The drawings I make of him are my way of holding onto him, of keeping him close even in this place.