Second GuessingAs I go to sleep at night, I find myself chanting. "I don't know, I don't know," But, I really don't. Nothing is making sense, and I despise Aaron, I don't know why. But, somehow, he planned this. He let this happen.
I fear I might be becoming a housewife. I don't want to be a housewife!
Chrissy has been sensing my distress. I have yet to tell him where I'm
really from. He suggested that I adopt a stray. I love pets, but this little pup isn't loving me. Before the time machine, strays were all over me. Now, I don't know.
I've been redecorating constantly. I'm so very restless.
And, sometimes, I find myself wandering.
In the road. I really don't know why.
Chrissy decided that painting would be a rather safe hobby. But we can't afford organic paints. It's killing me!
I just keep falling. Into a pit. A big dark pit. And at the bottom, there's quicksand. And when I land, I'll continue to sink. Lower in the ground, until the sands consume me.
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I really don't know.