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No sense. This doesn't make any sense. Nothing does anymore, what a strange realization from the man who knows everything.
I walk to that box on the mantel place. Take out my syringe. I shouldn't have to do this. I'm in control, I am. I really am. I have to be, because if I'm not who is? No it's ok. Stop thinking about that. Ha, stop thinking, I wish I could, maybe then I wouldn't have to do this. I need this, it has nothing to do with control. I have to do this. I can't stand this boredom; it makes me think about… myself. Stop it. STOP IT.Stop it... Don't think anymore.
I press that needle to my skin. I breathe. One, two, three… I spin. Ohhh I spin so fast. I sink too, right into that armchair. My brain flutters. Watson walks in, just a minute too late. I wish he would stop me. I know I'm destroying myself. Oh well, right now I'm too busy spinning to care about anything….