Strange days. Strange things going on in my dreams, and strange things happening on a daily basis. I can’t work it out, but there’s definitely something behind it all. Actually, I’m lying, I do know, I just don’t want to admit it. I don’t want to admit that it’s bothering me, I don’t want to admit that this is really happening, I don’t want to know why, I just want to hide from it all. Fear and confusion collide with an explosion that is immanent, I’m not sure how I feel about that, I’m not sure if I want it or not, I don’t know what to do to make it stop, but I don’t know how to make it happen, either. Dammit. Why do I have answers for other people, but never for myself?
non bis in idem
