Wednesday 12 September 2012

Okay what the fuck

I went to sleep in fucking Andheim.

And I woke up in the hotel room in fucking Revelstoke.

I just

I just can't fucking believe that I can't escape this. I can't get out of this. I can't believe that I have to do what I've been told to do. It won't end anything, not really. It won't do anything to stop Him being after me.

It made the paper today. Someone found dead in their house. Stretched, twisted and disemboweled.

Tuesday 4 September 2012

Gentle Time

I couldn't do it.

I'm back in Vancouver. Living among the homeless. I don't stand out.

For the second time, all my friends are dead or gone. For the second time, I escaped. And I can't do it again. I can't confront them.