Sometimes I get angry when I think about Voldemort.
If she was a good person, my life would have been completely different.
I was never bloody interested in her ex or her.
They aren’t even my type. I don’t even bloody find them attractive.
I wasn’t even interested in anyone for years.
If she had made better choices and educated me on mastrubation instead of torturing me, my life would have been different.
If she had just cleared whatever misunderstanding she had, as a good person and friend would do, my life would have been different.
If she wasn’t evil, my life would have been different.
Everyone I met continuously tortured me to talk about my sexuality and called me a lesbian when I was just being a good friend.
When the truth is, I don’t even find their constipated faces attractive.
My sexuality is my thing, I was supposed to come out on my own terms when I’m ready. But I was scrutinized inhumanly, even before I understood what it was.
Every boy I spoke to made it sexual or assaulted me and blamed me for liking them, when honestly I find them fucking ugly.
On top of that, the inhuman domestic violence that I went through at home.
And the mental assaults.
I was suicidal my whole life and had a blank expression on my face because I was dying inside and the world scrutinized me and said I was staring at their ugly faces.
rachana rajan <3 