I've no idea what to say, or how to say it, but since no one here really knows who I am, I really don't care anyway.
Basically, during the course of the past week I had this demented dream about sleeping outdoors in my sleeping bag at some sort of campout and feeling quite apprehensive. Something attacked me from behind, grabbing my arms and keeping them down...and well...you must know the rest. I woke up and rushed to the toilet to vomit, and I couldn't stop...vomiting that is. Then..after I had finished...I passed out on the floor. Maybe it was because of the dream...or maybe it was the two bottles of wine that I downed before I went to sleep...who knows? And who the f_ck cares? I don't. I'm so sick of all this sordid nonsense...who the hell is going to want me now? It's hopeless....