Nightmare

Sometimes I have to question my own Questions –
Second guessing what I think, then hoping that My conclusion is some kind of rationale. In truth, I cannot really ever trust my own instincts as sometimes I think the most ridiculous things that at the time are perfectly reasonable to me.

I think I am the personification of what a bloody nightmare would look like if you could write it down on paper. It’s so hard to keep track of everything and I suppose I’m reasonably lucky to have a half-reasonable intelligence to try to make logic of it all.

How can you trust your own logic when by definition, you are capable of illogical thoughts that seem reasonable? The signs are there but sometimes alas, it is impossible. It is a nightmare. There is no other word for it.