My throat was completely fucked.
I was extremely sick, suicidal and going through something very serious.
I was going to die because of my throat.
Everyone in this world knew about it.
It wasn’t a secret.
That’s when this monstrous woman was lusting at me and forcing me.
She lacks empathy and remorse.
She has a dark triad personality type.
Just because I was regular to that restaurant.
It is not an invitation for the staff to encroach on my personal space and boundaries.
This is not a college party for her to approach me because I’m a familiar face.
It’s called friendship only when it’s mutual.
It’s not called friendship when one person is constantly forcing it.
rachana rajan <3 