I was on Funeral Times dot com and noticed the death note link to a young woman from Belfast. She was thirty-years-old and was being buried through an Undertaker from Woodstock Road in East Belfast. The dots suddenly connected; as I used to frequent an Internet Café at Woodstock Road - while I worked in the Civil Service - in 2004. She would have been thirteen at the time, but I never approached her. We were just friends. (back then I was so gullible and naive)
I found out that she was stabbed, by her partner, who was a drug-addict that also stabbed his own mum. This was found out whenever I searched for her name on DuckDuckGo. Now, I'm panicking.
I called Lifeline. And I'm listening to Sigur Rós.
