rachana rajan <3

I honestly don’t know why there is intentional typos in the book that I read.

And what people are trying to imply.

I must have made typos in the past because of the mental torture. Honestly I don’t even remember.

I don’t even remember the texts I sent to Voldemort and everyone else all those years ago.

I’ve moved past everything.

I have no contacts of anyone on my phone.

I’ve let it all go.

And what’s this whole thing about cats got to do with me. I got that, but I don’t know why people call me a cat?

Whatever I saw online is an exaggeration of what happened and manipulated version.

A lot of people did a lot of shit and fabricated the truth according to their convenience and spoiled my reputation to hide the truth and their evil.

I’ve already spoken about everything.

Sister was asking me why I close the door every five minutes. I’m not sure what she was trying to imply.

Because I always close the bedroom door, it’s hard to be with my parents after what they did.

My mother got extremely excited when my niece said “no touch”.

My parents hug and play with my nieces all the time, I’m not sure why I can’t hold them and what the fuck is wrong with my mother.

Sometimes it’s hard to like my family after what they did and continue to do but I constantly practice forgiveness and compassion because they are old.

I don’t get why everyone keeps repeating “playing it cool”. I don’t remember using it.

Honestly, even after writing every single thought for the last 2 years if people still doubt me, I’m not sure what to say anymore.

It’s gone beyond a point where I don’t even understand what exactly are they doubting me for?

Because I cleared everything.

I don’t even know because the only thing I did was mastrubate and every fucking person in this world does it.

There are so many people I knew in the past who are sex addicts, I don’t know why the fuck I’m targeted when I don’t even crave sex.

I’ve already spoken about everything.

Honestly there is nothing left to say. My entire life is here.

I don’t understand what really happened as well or when it all started. I don’t even know why people are so fucking obsessed over everything I do.

If anyone wanted to know something they could have just asked me.

I don’t know what else people want to know.

I’m tired of overthinking.