This is what it is like.
Hi. Dearing the examples of freight processing. Sometimes I do not want to acknowledge it, but it is not a permanent determination in obligation. Feel awake but there is a supreme superintendent's suggestion and path. At some stage, it's a hurricane heartbeat leads to unbearable breathing. Skipping meals for the day, then skipping them for the next days to survive until now there's nothing left. Disguised rage because it has been distorted. Thus, frustrated. I perceive what I want, and aware for what I need. I am just not there yet with the right people and place that are worth sharing with, excelling, evolving, and growing. At this point, no matter what, who, which, and where it comes from. If there is no involvement, where could the indulgance of 'how' be placed if missing the believe and support.
