Not a monologe of a twisted mind.

So, here we are again, huh? How have you been doing Janie? Sort of a weird day...

Yeah, I know. I can't stop lying, but I can't tell them the truth either. So what am I supposed to do?

I know that too. I have a serious mental illness, that needs to be treated, but I'm just too coward to speak it loud.

I can't try it, Janie, you know it better than anybody. You've been there too, and I'm trying not to step on your steps. Maybe that way, I'll find a way out.

What? No, you know that's too much. Janie, what's wrong with you tonight? You keep telling me to do the things you adn I know will drive me into disaster.

But... well, it's true too. I'm inside a hurricane, but it can get worse, and we don't want that, right?

Right. So go, Janie, find me a solution. Cause you can, can't you?

I know you can... I know.

You're so fucking good.

I know you know it, but I can't get tired of saying it.

What do you mean?

Maybe... Now that you bring it, I have never thought about it, and we consider the truth what we only check on the surface...

Maybe I am idealizing you... Really.

No... You're right. I ALWAYS... Sorry, sorry. WE always think on every possible way.

But... what's that supposed to mean? That there's no way out?

Must be a freaking trick, Janie, or we haven't tried anything.

Yeah, I'm sure is that.

On the remaining time, let's cherish it.

Again, always right. Thank you, Janie.

Have a good night.