Yes, I am a coward.

I'm going to bed. I'm too tired to be sane, and when I'm tired I loosen up like a drunk and it's hard telling what I might do or say. It's too risky. I could shock someone to the point of heart failure with moods like I've had lately.

Did I say "moods?" Oh hell, you've never seen a real mood 'till you've seen mine. Marvels of discretionless confessions, they are. Scary things. Absolutely without regard for convention.

The really awful part? I like having them.