Still under the weather, which is better than under the fat guy.

Some unsettling thoughts run through My head. Ones I'd rather push aside and forget. Or somehow disprove so I can rest easier. But lingering doubts always remain. Unspoken truths which I want to hear. Desperately need to hear so My mind will rest.

They are the worst kind of worries to have. Ones I can never speak out loud because to do so would be to give them life. Strentgh to come true. Some arent even worries. They are realizations that all the worrying I do isnt totally unfounded. I have felt these feelings before, denied them and always been right. Sometimes I hate being right. It fucking sucks. Disillusionment and being blissfully unaware sometimes is left painful to deal with. Then I remember I prefer to know the truth and not live a lie....