I can't say I know much of what's going on, except that I'm very confused right now. When I say "Nasty times" I twistedly quote "Hard Times" from Charles Dickens, a brilliant man much better at explaining emotions than I am. The book hasn't much to do with this, but I liked the title anyway. I don't know what to do, where to go from here. I don't know how to fix the messes, how to build the bridges I've torn down. In the end I'll just make a thicker wall...