Every single time something would happen in the past,
I would speak the truth on day one itself.
But no one listened or believed me.
People feel it’s okay to do whatever fuck they want with me because with me they don’t have to face any consequences.
They cross my boundaries, assault me, misbehave and disrespect me.
The world was enabling this kinda behaviour.
They do whatever fuck and conveniently turned the table and the world conveniently believed them.
Voldemort paved the way and death eaters effortlessly followed.
The worst part?
Every single time I tried to speak about something that happened to me in the past,
the world would constantly try to change my perception, call me crazy, gaslight me and gang up and torture me.
Based on someone else’s lies, manipulations, assumptions, insecurities, games, jealousy and malicious intent.
No one asked me what happened or my side of the story.
I had to fight through death and thunder storm to tell my side of the story and speak my truth.
Now that I’ve said it, everyone is supporting me.
But whatever I experienced was real and cannot be taken back or even forgiven.
I want justice for every single miniscule unjust pain that was inflicted on me starting from prison school to Pettigrew and his flying monkeys.
rachana rajan <3 