I’ve tried so hard to suppose this feeling of rage and resentment but I can’t do it. I feel the power of a murderous spirit hovering above my soul, tainting my heart. I don’t know if I can hold off for too long. Sasha, I’m so tired, so stressed, so painfully uncomfortable. I don’t want to live my life because I can’t control my generosity. My rage controls my mind and my my destroys my heart.
For years I have maintained communication with my love, my teacher, my desire, my passion. Sasha has been an inspiration for me, I hope she can be one for you too.