Dear Diary

It's two in the morning and my recent nightmare is still sticking to my skin like sweat.

My mind has been completely focused on the number burning a hole in my phone.

I have opened a message about a thousand times with the intent of telling Matt who I am and what I need, but something important stops me each and every time.

The way I left things when I passed out on him last weekend.

I blacked out with Derek pounding away at Matt's face, ...