Am I a fool? I dont really have anything to say, other than to ask that singular question. I wish I knew the answer. F@@k it. I probably do know the answer.

I had a brief, but very scary thought. Looking at her, she reminded me of something, something I should've left forgotten. I had had the thought before, but like all thoughts of this sort, it was quickly banished, being much too improper for the light of day. And yet, here it is again, rising unbidden in my mind. I seek to cast it out, like some wretched cancer or glutton leech. I will not succumb to the thought; I will not let it roil around inside my brain, only to produce some evil fruit. Shall I give it voice here, in this empty chamber? I shall not! Do not trouble yourself, my friend, with trying to discover it, for you cannot guess it! No, I shall not give it voice, not even a whisper...