Dear Alice,
The cards have folded, and I have yet to see where all the lines meet. There's this madness inside of me and it's rather troubling you see? Well I guess you don't for you can't think like me.
It's unfair of me to presume you can understand my madness when I can barely grasp it myself. I'll lie to save my friends from catching on but I can't trust no one but me. My dear oh sweet dear Alice there's no one madder than me.