I am Angelika Thorsson

*[The text below is written in an awkwardly scrawling style, showing signs of unease, restlessness and panic in the lack of structure and evenness.]*

**~~Jag tror jag har glö~~ *The weird language thing might not work with text, write in english incase someone else needs to read it for me***

**I think I have forgotten multiple people. I think I have forgotten multiple things**

A lot of things don’t add up. I have never seen several of my own drawings. They are my own drawings. I don’t remember them. I should remember them, but I don’t. Something has happened to my memory. Continue writing in this, just write down anything I can think of. It might be important. If I do not remember writing any of this **write things down faster because I am forgetting more things**

My name is Angelika Thorsson. I’m a woman. I was born Angel Thorsson. I think I was born biologically male. I’m Swedish. My parents are Swedish. I have two parents, a mother and a father. They are still together. My parents are named **\_\_\_\_\_\_\_** and **\_\_\_\_\_\_** (SHOULD I REALLY FUCKING WRITE THIS DOWN?). My family is middle class, economically fine. I do not remember if I have siblings. I don’t remember my extended family. We have a dog, his name is Ajax. I don’t remember his breed. I don’t remember other pets. We live in a mid-sized villa in Göteborg (Gothenburg). I think we live on the outskirts of Göteborg. I do not remember the street address. I don’t remember the house colour, but it’s likely yellow or red. I like art. I draw, paint, sometimes spray paint. I haven’t been caught yet. I don’t have a criminal record. I have a driver’s license. I don’t own a car. My parents like my art, but there was something wrong, I don’t remember what. I think I had a substance abuse issue. I don’t remember what substance (substances?). I think I have struggled with other things. I love art! I love art because it breaks the monotony of everyday life? I might have been depressed. Art helps me focus! I don’t remember my favorite colours. I don’t remember if I had favorite colours. I remember enjoying surrealism. I’m not sure I enjoy surrealism anymore. If I had substance issues that’s maybe why I like surrealism. (Or I don’t like it because of the substance issues). I don’t like statues. I might not like statues because of the fuck. The fuck is your kidnapper, if you forgot. Don’t use his name. Maybe it gives him magical fucking power or something. ALSO DON’T WRITE HIS NAME IN HERE EITHER. He will fucking remind me. Also don’t give him that pleasure. Call him “the fuck”, or something also insulting. If I make alternatives, write them down in this space:

      (don’t actually call him that to his face, he will probably melt your skin off)

I probably don’t like statues because of the fuck. I remember that pose from the art museum. I have visited several art museums. There was one in Hamburg, I have a pin of that on my backpack. I think that is where I got the pose from. The pose I used in the first exhibit. Hamburg is in Germany. My backpack has a lot of personal items. Don’t lose it, it’s important. There are several pins. I don’t remember most of them. Two of them have “con” in them so they are probably from conventions. RFSL is a swedish LGBT rights group. The paris pin is the louvre.  My old clothes were ruined because the fuck gouged our souls out through our backs. Souls exist, maybe. Magic exists. Souls can exist too. NISSAR EXISTS. There was one at the exhibit, alongside the old lady and the demon. The demon is part male part female. The demon said she (they?) would violate ~~you~~ me. There is going to be an auction at the end of the day. The day is really, really long. The day hasn’t ended yet. The day has barely actually moved. I will be auctioned off as a slave though. I need to leave. Cait wants to leave. The siblings are called Cait and Theo. ~~Eva is Ev~~ The beautiful galaxy lady is Eva, *[A hole has been poked through]*. The ghostly girl is Anca. The fox (?) is Neafin. Cait and Theo want to leave. Eva wants to leave. ~~I don’t know if Anca wants to leave~~ ~~Anca doesn’t seem to want to leave. But she’s not safe here, talk to her.~~ ~~I don’t know if Neafin wants to leave.~~ Don’t forget the auction. I need to do something. ~~Remember that the gun exists~~. ~~Eva’s g.~~ ~~Incase I~~ Just remember the rifle exists if I need to shoot **something else**. There’re weak painkillers in the backpack if anyone gets hurt. Band-Aids, too. Write important things, I can just look in the backpack for this. Just look in the backpack. Remember the backpack. I don’t remember my favorite kind of music (unsure if had any). I don’t like the music the CD player plays. I might just not like here. I’m afraid of the dark now. ~~I don’t remember being afraid of the dark befo~~. I don’t think I was afraid of the dark, before. I’m not scared of heights. I’m probably not scared of dogs. I’m not allergic to dogs. I don’t remember if I have other allergies. (There are no allergy meds in the backpack so no). I like Italian food. I like spicy food. I think I like fish? I’m not a vegetarian or vegan. I like chocolate but not other candy. I think

I don’t think I’ve forgotten anymore yet ~~yet~~. That was just an error. Unless I am starting to forget how to write. If I am starting to forget how to write, **write faster**. ~~If I’m staring to forget how to re~~    ~~fucking idiot~~

Take a break every ~~15 minu~~ now and then

I am 19 years old! I was 19 years old when I was taken. I look about the same age, I think? Except I no longer look the same. Don’t stand in bright light, everyone else hates it. They have enough to deal with. I discovered I’m a good runner. I must have forgotten. Maybe I was an athlete of some kind? I don’t remember liking gym, though. I have had a full education, up to the end of gymnasium-level! I remember some friends, like Erik (?), Hanna Björkenkranz, Olivia (?), ~~Matts~~ (not a friend, possibly a dealer?), Andreas?, ~~Sar~~,

(add more names above if ~~you~~ I remember)