Sunday, June 13, 2010
Last night I dreamt about killing.
I had murdered 3 persons. All men.
It didn't feel very good.
I thought I was cold.
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.