I had this dream, where I lost my memory. I had taken too many pills and was drinking. We played a show and a host of other things occurred, I went to sleep the night before. And awoke already home. I asked about the show, Steve told me how it went. i didn’t remember anything. It scared the shit out of me.
I feel like I’m losing sight of myself, maybe because she’s not there anymore. Co-dependency. I hate when I feel like I’m doing what I don’t want to do. Maybe I have to lose touch of myself and rebuild; with these remnants of my original self left over.
it is a sad road though…
