I've started thinking too much again, and I'm starting to feel as if that period of time where I was fine, was all a big blur.

I'm not sure what I have to say for myself. I feel foolish again, for bringing all this mess upon myself. But I have this nagging at the back of my head, it's talking to me, and no matter how much I respond, it's never satisfied with any answer I have to give.

Was it your imagination?
No, I'm partially certain.
But you're not entirely certain are you?
Shutup.
What did you do? What? did? you? do?
I don't know, stop talking to me.
Then why isn't he talking? Why didn't he say anything?
I said I don't know.
He should have said something, you know that right?
Yes, but there's nothing I can do, I can't ask him.
Why not?
Because.
Because what?
Nevermind.
Say it, just say it.
I'm scared.

Who are you? It's like I don't even know you. Or maybe I'm just reading you all wrong. What do you think you're doing? Who do you think you are? Coming in here without a word and messing up my system. I reckon I'd rather leave that question unanswered, I'm just rather confused and slightly amused by how things can go from something simple to something so complicated. I'm starting to think it's all just a big mistake on my part. I want to say something, but everyone's either having a far worse time than I am, or they just simply, won't get it. I'm such a let down.

Middle of adventure's such a perfect place to start.

xoxo
Kath.