Well, we're back from vacation in Texas. I had a chance not to be. There was this girl at the Motel 6 who travels around with truck drivers all over the country. She gets the super star life in exchange for sex with the drivers. She wanted me to come along with her and I thought about it. I seriously did. But then my conscience decided to chime in. I wanted to run away. Like I've run away from everything else. I miss BJ. I want to see him again. From a safe distance of course. I wish that running away from him would have helped in one way or another, but it didn't seem to do anything but worsen things. I keep trying to tell myself that I've moved on. Now that I'm back at home, maybe I can get back on track. With school coming and everything I'll have something to keep my mind off of things. I still wonder how things would be different, maybe better even, if I would have left that night. Who knows? I hope I made the right decision.