A slight malfunction.

You find yourself sitting and staring at your empty desktop trying to figure out if you should go to bed or play a RPG. Given the day, you're bored so you play until your eyes fatigue.  You look down at the clock in the corner and it says "2:30 am".  You turn everything off and creep lazily to the sanctuary of pillows and quilts.

You get maybe 30 minutes of sleep before your mind clicks on and you find yourself laying there thinking.  Thinking about the events that have happened since the beginning of the year leading up to this singular moment. Each action has a story and each of the stories you've discovered a moral.  Each moral becomes your burden.

You find yourself wishing you were a child again so that you would never have to deal with anything as obnoxious as you have lately.  It often makes you feel like hijacking a ship and deserting yourself from people, but you and your conscience know you would go insane and probably feed yourself to sharks shortly after doing so.

As you go down the list of situational horrors and pains, sagely advice from older generations pop into your head.  "If its too good to be true, it is."  "Beware the charming stranger."  "Do not trust people to make decisions for you."  "You can't trust anyone to tell you what's right, you have to figure it out for yourself."  All of it makes you feel like an idiot.

But its all true and you find yourself with this paranoid conclusion: You cannot trust anything until it reveals its true intentions to you, if you can even trust it then. Even the most greatest of actors cannot keep up the facade for too long. Eventually the mask will erode and you will be left with the bare truth.