Sometimes I contemplate my identity because depression has taken over majority of my life. I may have encourage such outcome with my outrageous routines from day to day. Every time I lay in bed I think about death. I feel that death hovers above me, waiting for the right time to strike or for me to give in. Days ago I let my rage get the best of me. My anger became my soul, my soul becoming the center piece of my suicidal tendecencys. What shall I do? I have the fight in me, just no strength to pursue.
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.