Doubt. It spreads through me not unlike an infectious disease. Ever since I halted my ingestion of the drug risperdal, I have regained my previous intellect, and I can not help but analyzing every single word that is uttered.
I find more than I expected. I see lies through the holes of truths. I may need to resume my intake of the medication if I desire some sliver of joy.
On another note, my love has naught but increase for her. Even though it breaks a piece of my heart each time she meets with him, I must persevere. I suspect, nay, know that I will drop every time she meets any of her previous engagements. I speak of not only the ones she loved, but the ones who love her. I never envisioned that the girl I was to stay friends with all of her exes. I have found that to be the lone quality in her I loathe.
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