Last night I dreamt about killing. Murder. I had murdered 3 persons. All men.
It didn't feel very good. I thought I was cold. Empty. When I woke up, I felt relieved. Not about killing them, because I had'nt done so. Because I had not done so.
Alot of things has happend since we last met. I missed U all.
My nose has been broken. I've lost weight. I've gained weight. I've lost it again. I spent alot of time in the hospital in Sweden. I found Hopes adress and wrote her a letter. I missed my girls. I missed myself. I almost died. I almost lived.