On a ‘holiday’ to Bristol i got completely fucking munted and dragged myself through the horrific experience of the K-Hole once again.
There are no words to describe this. It’s like a journey to Hell and Back, and you have no control. It’s frightening.
Today i feel weak and drained of all previous feelings.
Which in a way, is maybe what i needed.
I needed a fresh start. I do feel like i’ve cleansed myself of many things.
In my trip i experienced the Re-occuring dream of the ‘secret of the murder’, which i still cannot put my finger on what its all about.
Ive been getting this dream re-occurring in many different forms for a few years now.
Someone has been killed. I know where the body is and all the details, but i’m keeping it all secret. That’s it.
I need to get to the bottom of it. I do not know why i keep dreamin this.
So, anyway i was dragged to Hell last night. And Back. I feel reborn.
I wanna talk about my money situation here, its a right mess but i’ll share it with you tomorrow.