Diary Entry Day #43<br/><br/>"I hate being right.  I hate knowing the answer to some things and seeing the ending of a story before I've even read the first page.  I hate the fact that the world prevents me from sharing what I know.  Is this a real life, or is it a fantasy? I hear everything in the music now, echoes of lesser lyrics that add up to a whole; but there is a sour note now, as if it has taken a turn for the worse, just as I predicted once the medly began.  It is a poor reflection of the real thing and I would have done better to follow my instincts the first time.  Now I am deep in a trap of my own making with a fated end.<br/><br/>Dear Diary....I am so sorry to burn you yet again, but writing it is more therapeutic than I might have thought.<br/><br/>Adieu."