Talking to him... there's contact again... I don't want to admit it, but I promised to confess all. I'm having a hard time right now, family pressure, so much to look after, crumbling around me, I'm collapsing under the weight of it all. My latest escape was movies, some nice kush and whatever looked interesting, but he's my drug, my heroin, and he's handing out samples... and my world is upside down right now with the memories rising, swirling demanding my attention.
I'm going to be in town when he is... I can reveal myself, which I think is a terrible idea, or I can preemptively admit to being a catfish. Or I can be strong, not engage in this game any longer... but soon, within driving distance of each other again, and I must have a plan.
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