Not a bad life

It was cold, rainy, november evening. I felt depressted, exhausted and sick. Lying in my huge bed with canopy with my quilt above my head, I was reading "The 13th Tale" wich is my favorite novel, my eyes were shutting down. I felt really odd all day long, and I felt it comming. I litterly was waiting for it. I usually can control it, but this time was diffrent, weird from the begining. It was so real, like it was not a vision, but a true life. In a second I was somewhere else and I’m with a man. He was screaming, begging me for help. I almost felt his fear. I wanted to help him, but he did’t knew this. I’ve been asking him "What can I do to help you" but he didn’t listen. He just kept screaming. I didn’t even see what he looked like, becose he was standing with his back on me. I woke up terrified with his fear. Couldn’t tell where is up and where is down. It never happened before while my visions. I sat on bed in compleatly darkness and tried to wake up. I must have been sleeping for a while. Whith that though I looked at the clock. It was nearly 4 a.m. I came to my sensses and felt how bad I was. I needed to plan how my work-day will look while I'm sick. It was nothing big. My "proffesional life" started by pretending a witch. You know when you are young, need money and have that look it is easy to cheat. But I really do have some skills with ghost and seeing the future. They are just not always working, so sometimes I need to tell people some fantastic stories about them. They are paying me, and I'm helping them even if it's not true. Everybody is satisfied. At first I was reading from cards. But it was not enough for me ... No, not for me. For my greedy, ex-menager-boyfriend. I really shouldn’t underestimate my feelings about betrayals, but you know, love is blind even when you are a telepath. And it looked like: I was working and earning money by make a laughingstock of myself, and Greg was comforting my female clients with that money I made ... and obviously with his c**k. So when he screwed every single clientess of mine, the cards started to show a cheater, and the money started to melting away, becose these girls were figuring it all out. So that guy persuaded me to start to predicting the future. And guess what. I totally agreed. So my life was worthy on day by day. But for Greg it wasn’tt enough. He was always dissatisfied with money, even when he bought himself new BMW with my money. And maybe you think that I woke up by myself? So you are wrong. He just went for a walk and walked away with my money. Then I became totally depressed. Didn’t want to work, to get up, to life anymore etc. But I had to, becose Greg took loans that I have to pay off now. And it’s all about me. The worst think is that I still love that bastard. I’m all the way broken.