Request 1
I can't help seeing myself being situated in a constant labyrinth of doubt, fear, and, trauma. Does love this time is that sophisticated that I am not entitled to experience somehow the beguiling sensation of pure extremes of infatuation? I can no longer pull myself out every single day in high hopes that someday, someone will accept the nature I have and consider the pain I might get when they leave. I hope the past me will not fail to feed me experiences relevant and beneficial for my growth for my future self not to repeat this recklessly inevitable history of mine because the present me is suffering. My inner passion and space for love is nearly dying but I am still crossing my fingers believing that one right human can help me out escaping the bars and release the traumatic manacles I have. -anonymous