A. Carter @page { margin-bottom: 5.000000pt; margin-top: 5.000000pt; } 33 Dear God, I think I'm losing it. Nothing seems right to me anymore. Am I justified or simply an unjust demon? Why can't I see clearly anymore? My memories are so sporadic that I am losing any notion of past and present. Did that just happen or had it happened years ago? Thoughts and actions melting together in swirling uncontrolled chaos. What's happening to me?! * My mother sat weeping quietly at the cracked kitchen table. Her frail hands combing comfortingly through her dulling raven hair. I stood motionless in the shadows of the hallway. I could tell it had been yet another failed first date. One of seemingly hundreds these days. Why is she doing this to herself? I wondered. My mother had recently perked a new found interest in dating again. Well, not exactly again. Actually, I can't even say I remembered her dating all that much before now. Despite her lack of practice in the wide world of love, she suddenly acted like it was now or never and responded to almost every offer that came her way.
