Misunderstandings kill. Especially for paranoid people like myself who can't stop dwelling on stuff. I can't extricate that image, that wary glance, that. void afterwards. From a resolute no, I'm wondering now if it was more than just a misunderstanding, because I can't really explain why I feel so bothered by it. The flashbacks are torturous; they are the resurrected moments of humiliation, that never will seem to be buried by the other memories, and will linger on to corrupt everything else. Unless the air clears. But how do I do that?