Sometimes I get so angry when I think about what Dhruv Jain did.
If I want sex, I can easily get an hot man to fuck me at any given moment. I can also make him do whatever the fuck I want him to do.
I don’t need an ugly pervert boy who looks like a disgusting insect. He reminds me of the shit that I flush down the toilet in the morning.
He is so fucking delusional to think I can ever like his filthy face.
Also, I continuously spoke and cried about Ginny to him.
He fabricated the truth and spoke about me.
But it’s my fault, I shouldn’t have been friendly towards that dick face.
I should have drawn boundaries when he ogled at my body and said no when he continuously held my hand.
I should also gift him a mirror because he clearly lacks the capability to understand what he looks like and what he is.
rachana rajan <3 