Note.

When we were in college.

Voldemort used to tell me whenever she has conflicts with friends she says sorry even when it’s not her fault.

That’s how I got that habit.

When whatever happened with Voldemort. I kept saying sorry to end the conflict. Even though I didn’t do anything wrong.

I still have the habit.

Whenever something goes wrong I say sorry so that the conflict ends, even if it’s not my fault.

Voldemort was really good initially.

We were best friends and really close to each other.

She knew that I was innocent.

Shit started because she was jealous.

The truth is I didn’t break after whatever happened with her.

I broke after she dragged it to college and Sunny Joseph got involved.

She fucked up my life and disappeared like a hit and run car crash.

She was my only friend.

So I struggled after that for a very long time.

I spoke the truth about what she did on day one itself.

Someone should have fucking asked me “what happened”.

But people sabotaged my life in the name of help and tortured me in the name of empathy.