Note.

About the books, movies and songs that are based on me.

I think I didn’t appreciate the effort enough.

I do feel good.

But strange as well.

Because I don’t know how to receive it.

Surreal would be the right word I suppose.

Also,

Because I’m existing in this reality and double life.

It all feels like it’s happening somewhere far away.

I have no one to talk about it openly to.

Even if I do, I’m scared I will be gaslighted so I don’t.

Or people will misinterpret it as boasting and project because of jealousy like how Pettigrew did.

I don’t know.

I want a normal and conventional life.

So that I can openly speak about whatever is happening and whatever happened to whomever I’m speaking to.

Because I’m a human being too.

I would like to share my joy and pain.

I’m just waiting as of now.

It all feels dreamlike.

I’m grateful for all the love and blessings.

I’m grateful to be appreciated by my community.

I’m grateful to you for helping me.

I’m here because of you.

All this is transient.

I’m sure everyone will move on one day. I’m okay with that.

But for now I’m grateful.