This isn’t what I expected, and even though I wanted it, now happens to most likely be the worst time for it. But at least I got my answer. It makes a little more sense coming from the hospital, but I have absolutely no idea what I’m going to do with it, now. I’m going crazy telling myself that everything’s linked and that I’ll eventually nail it all down and confront you. However, you’ve been at my doorstep all along.
You knew, didn’t you? All your garbage babbling about the “sickness,” and now she has been sick – mostly in the mornings. You knew about us before I did, and danced around it antagonistically, as if it were something of which I have to be ashamed. Well, I’m not, and I don’t know what it has to do with you, yet, but it’s only a matter of your “thin time.”