Likeanyotherordinaryday,thisone’sabouttoendwith mybushedbodylyingflatlyonmy bed,staringatthe glowinglittlethingamajighangingidolentlyinthewhite ceiling.It’sdarkandallihearisthewhiroftheelectricfan, andIamstartingtoshutdown.Butmymindisblabbering relentlesslywithmanythoughtsIdon’tevenwanttothink about.Ireckonaboutsomethingtodaythatkeepson botheringme.Manyquestionsinmyheadstartstotorture me.Idon’tkno...