rachana rajan <3

(fanfic in Harry’s POV)

I do get the empathy.

I do understand everything and see the empathy for what it is. I do understand the disrespect and the lying as well. I wasn’t born yesterday.

I understand the difference between empathy and harassment. I understand, maybe my story needs to be heard. I do get it.

But all the BS that goes behind it is something that I don’t get.

If someone wants to know something, why am I not sat down and asked about it directly?

When I’m crying, why is no one sitting down and asking me, “Rachana why are you crying?”, instead why is there heaps of bullshit that goes on around me.

If my family spoke to my so called bestfriend years ago to educate me about mastrubation, why didn’t she sit down with me and have the conversation openly?

If a certain way of speaking was bothering me, why did it continue and increase in volume, why wasn’t it let go of then and there?

whatever happened has happened, but why the fuck am I being gaslighted when I speak the truth?

All these questions is something that everyone needs to ponder on.