Note.

I don’t remember what exactly I saw on TV or how old I was.

But I remember I was watching TV and doing my homework. I saw something and copied it.

I used to copy from books and TV at that time because I wasn’t speaking to anyone else.

I kept doing what I saw because it felt good. I didn’t know what I was doing.

The only person I was speaking to that time was God. So I used to only tell God everything.

Also, I was in my world for a very long time.

(I have spoken about everything multiple times. Please don’t make me repeat it.)

Voldemort knew I was innocent. He had taken God’s place in my life because he was my only best friend.

I didn’t care much about the friend group because I was shy to talk to them.

They were my friends yes, but I would not share with them.

People should have just fucking educated me. Voldemort knew. He should have educated me.

What happened to me was wrong.

I cried about it for 10 years and I was furious.

Now I’m okay because I did the work and healed.