I was trying my best to clear things and prove my sanity and innocence and my parents kept stabbing my trauma with a knife because they didn’t want that.
Also, Dumbledore kept making it look like I’m sick because he didn’t want to accept his fucking mistake.
My company kept stabbing me.
The world kept stabbing me.
On top of that I was grieving a heartbreak.
Do you know how hard it was to reach this point and clear all the BS.
Honestly there are so many bloody people I want to punch.
Sometimes I get so angry. It’s fucking hard.
Plus my parents make it unbearable even now.
And all these inconsequential uncle and aunties keep jumping.
Fuck man.
rachana rajan <3 