I don't know...

...if this is a good idea.

I've been in this hotel room for three days now, and I just think I need someone to talk to. Someone who won't interrupt, won't judge, won't give me any look at all, good or bad. I have so much to tell that has happened in the past few months, and I don't know if I can bring myself to write it down.

I've tried several times to just say it, and I can't. I don't know why. Maybe part of me is afraid of what you'll think. Maybe I'm afraid I'll get caught. Maybe you'll know who I really am. Maybe you're a hacker who can figure out my IP address and track me down for those who are looking for me.

I don't want to be found. But I need to get this off my chest. I just don't know where to begin. I don't even know if this is a good idea. Part of me thinks it is because I will feel better. Maybe I'll even have the guts to face everyone again.

I think I need to think about this a little more...