So many people who have hurt me throughout my life is so inconsequential.
They hold no place or value in my life.
I don’t even bloody care or think about them.
They behave as if I have done them some great injustice when I would be just reacting to their BS. Later I forget about them and forget they ever existed.
And they talk as if I give a shit about their existence.
For example, Dhruv Jain, Dudley and his chutiya parents, Varsha Vinod and many people from Ministry and Askaban, some of the chutiya relatives and cousins.
Balls to them man.
I pray they burn in hell, I don’t give a shit.
rachana rajan <3 