You just gave me a déjà vu feeling.

Right now I could swear I remember writing those words myself.
In another diary.
Years ago.

Word by word, sentence by sentence.

I could swear, I was sitting down there, starting up a dictionary to find a word to express the feeling I had. "Smother" I had no idea what ideas does this word carry for a native speaker of the language, but I trusted it to be the correct one.

Impossible.

My memory is playing tricks with me.