thegreatdanfango

yesterday i found an unpleasant thought hovering about in the waiting room between cognitive processes and imagination. it went as follows:

what if i am nought but a pawn in a twisted game that my girlf and her ex (not really split-up at all) play to keep their relationship interesting?

i asked her if this was the case, she told me no, i got on with my life.

it's good to let the bad thoughts out...