I'm being pulled two different ways right now, with one side being about fifty times stronger. Easy choice, right?

Wrong.

The weaker side is doing more damage. It's that little nagging thought in my brain. That teeny tiny thought that might be right...
It's gnawing away a little piece of me every day I let it linger.

Oh, don't get me wrong, I want to crush it. I want to smash it into a million little pieces,to watch it's dying gasps, to know it's gone for good. But...what if it's right?

And of course I don't want to listen to it, even if it might be in my best intrest. I'd rather be blissfully unaware than side with the little monstrous thing in my brain. I'd rather be happy and a fool than the wise man who lives with only misery as a companion.

I don't want to let it live.

But the horrible truth is I can't work up the strenghth to kill it. It's going to stay with me until I can quell my fears.

A pity the gnawing little thing is the cause of every last one I have.