I had that dream again. The one where I am watching myself commit these horrible acts. The fear that I see in their faces. The blood that I smell. It feel so real... Like I've witnessed it before. Like I was actually there. Like I was actually the murderer.
I don't recognize some of the faces. But I keep seeing them.
I don't remember much of my life, only what little I've said and this yearning to find him.
But I don't know if I will like what I find if these dreams continue...