Because the bus is making rest stops and I don't know what might happen later.
My name is Katherine - have a preferred nickname, I don't like my name being used online. I'm a coward - freely admitted - I try to make myself look better than I am. I'm selfish, spoiled and probably won't know how lucky I've been until I burn all my bridges, which will be about 6 pm today. I've been attacked - stalked, scared more than anything else - by one proxy. I've seen Him and dreamed of Him for the past four or five weeks.
I want to be a writer. Fat chance that I'll be alive long enough to publish something now. Still, I'll try to borrow Echo's computer or mooch off of it long enough to type something out. I want to write something... hopeful.
I hope I even make it to New York. Being shifty about any person I see on the bus, especially the people wearing hoodies. Had to pack in the middle of the night too so my parents wouldn't notice - really awkward. And it's cold today...
...You guys made me paranoid, thanks a lot. All of you better fucking stay safe or I'll kill you myself - no, that's unlikely - or burst into tears or do something really stupid. All of you are my anchors, you make me feel better and less of a coward. You gave me the strength to do this.
I feel that if I address one of you, I'll have to say something to all of you and I don't have much time to type this, so -
Thank you. All of you - thank you for staying with me and giving me encouragement and telling me to get my shit together. Stay alive, stay kind of safe at least, stay sane.
Echo, I'll see you in New York.