I don’t get it. Everything happened so fast. Decided one minute, undecided the next. Things come up and suddenly you question yourself. What brought you here, what made you take this road. Why are you feeling this way. This is what you’ve always wanted, aren’t you happy?

You know that feeling you get in your gut, when you know something’s going to change, you just don’t know what. I’ve been getting that a lot recently.

Its paranoia. I don’t think its instinct. I remember saying there was a very thin line between the two and you’d have to get all loopy before you could draw that line yourself. I thought I already had.

Why am I still here. I’m supposed to move. An inch, half that, it doesn’t matter. I just have to move. Its the only way I’d stay sane.