Voices say you’ve committed suicide, again.
I took a nap earlier in the day and woke up to that news.
And while I’m not hearing anymore about the sexual war crimes done to you, I hope you find peace in the afterlife, or in your next life, whatever they mean by “suicide.”
What I’ve come to understand from all of this madness is that maybe, possibly, we didn’t know each other all that well at all, but again, we were teenagers, teenagers that thought they knew the world and really didn’t. At least that was me.
But I was willing to learn and grow, honestly, and I still am, albeit, I’m a bit more cautious now, in some ways.
Anyway. Peace, blessings, love and joy.
I wish the best for you.
Even in death.