I know events have made me bitter and I know I now have this black-and-white outlook on many things. This is why I try to blame this new hunch I've gotten on my paranoia - but when was the last time I was right to tell myself I was imagining things that weren't there?

It's none of my business. I can't do a thing about it. I don't even wanna know if/when it turns out I'm right.

That nausea? It's just déjà vu feelings being stirred.