I could try to walk away from this. It is quite possible that I have pulled this off and by tomorrow morning they will stop looking for me. I don’t really know what I will do at this point. Perhaps I think that I was so very clever, but, no, I do not. I have gotten the taste of this, and, as appalling as it might be, I rather liked it. If I continue, I may get caught, but I don’t care. If I stop now, what will the point of my life be? Will I just while away the nights and weeks and years of my life watching television in solitude, or will I do it in pubs with strangers? Tonight, I have put something in motion that I will never be able to reverse. I could never be true to another human being with the skeleton I have tucked away. If I continue, I will get caught eventually, of that I am certain. If it happens today, so be it, but I’m hoping to put that off for a while if I decide to continue. Just until I’ve really made some progress.
