Those who suffer the most , are the ones who don't know what do they want.

I'm still wondering , how come you called me on my cell from the garden , while you were sitting right beside me? How come one of you was not you , and if you , I mean , one of you is not you then who the hell is you ?!! I mean the other you , not the one that is you! SO you started to chase me while I was asking you to help me escape from you. I still wonder who was "you" and why were you not you in the other you.
Or maybe I was High ?!!