I feel wierd. Like I'm in a bad place. Like there's a security breach, and any random guy can just budge in and wreak havoc in my life. I feel a strong urge to take care of my child. Detect and eliminate the breach. Build the walls back up. But I can't find where they've been compromised. It's late October, I'm not supposed to have this feeling. Is it because of V? Does it mean it's time to end it? I can't end it with V. He's safe, he doesn't care, he'd never hurt us. It must just be me then. The weather must have made by BP go haywire. I should probably follow my otolaryngologist's advice.