Yesterday on the road volunteers were forcefully trying to talk to me, even though I politely declined.
They kept forcing without the basic decency of personal space and I just walked away.
My throat was fucked and doctor asked me to eat sapota and orange and when I ordered that, I was given sapota that was like rock and the orange was extremely sour.
Today mother put pepper and chilli in a dish which is supposed to be made sweet.
Even online there are a lot of things that is intended to hurt me.
Everyone knows in their hearts I’m innocent and sane. Everyone knows I’m right as well.
But no one will admit it.
All this is because I spoke the truth about the horrendous horror that I went through.
I already expressed that if anyone is interested in being my friend, they can reach out as long as the have the ability to own up to their fuck ups.
I’ve already spoken about everything.
I don’t care about or miss anyone, so I’m not interested to talk to anyone.
rachana rajan <3 