20180508 Wednesday
DEAR DEIRDRE
I can't help but feel a strange feeling of foreboding. Like, there's shadows slowly eating up my insides, but not enough so that it could most definitely no arguments be that. It may just be stomach pain. That's what mum said anyway. But she's wrong. I know she is. I know pain very well, and this isn't it. This is something dangerous.
The calm before the storm, I guess.
But I have no idea what 'the storm' is. I can feel it, I know it's coming - but I don't know what form it's in. I feel so hopeless, and you're the only one I can go to, Deirdre. Everyone else thinks I'm being paranoid, or whacky. Am I? I was always right when it came to my instinct, but ... there's a first time for anything.
This whole situation is leading to a wanweird.
WANWEIRD: An unhappy fate.
I hope I'm just overreacting. Goodnight, Deirdre.
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