† Roshan Gurmeet Singh
Maybe sometimes, when somethings do not make sense.
I can only speak for myself here, after years of abuse and being ping-ponged around since I can remember, the first healthily, comforting girl I met was when I was around my teenage years. It still took me years to understand trust and how to be naturally vulnerable without having PTSD reactions. I fucked that up too. Our lives has continued in their own pathway. What is written here is only for here.
I want that lady's family and her to be healthily taken care of.
The one who instigated everything was me. I fucked up.
Was I venting unknowingly against all the maternal figures in my life? I do not know.
We were not sober and extremely rash.
I am sorry.
There is a space between tze dream and awakening, where azereaaalmkryartsss.
FuxkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkU.
The creatures of dimensional nature was sent by.
I wonder where these darkness is arising from.