May 8, 2004
Every single time I look at a blank, white, Microsoft Word document, I think of it. I can't help it. It's consuming me, but I can't – I won't -- say a word. For the first time in a long time, I am afraid of how I feel. It was an accident, finding it, but reading it again and again and again was not. I don't remember when the tears came, the first time or the fifth, but they came, and didn't stop. They didn't stop, even when you came back. I don't think you know that I cried all night.