No matter how much you show me Dobby and the lyrics of mastermind and chess.
Nothing is going to change.
Because there’s absolutely nothing left to say.
I was fighting against Voldemort and the death eaters.
I finished writing in August 2024.
Things worked out for me.
Ginny said she wants to marry me.
Everything worked out back then itself.
Pettigrew is an entirely different person with a different heart and mind.
I cannot control her.
I cannot control her lies.
I cannot control her lust.
Everything that happened after August 2024.
Was impromptu and real time.
Because I did not see it coming.
I have already proved that she’s a liar.
I’ve already cleared my name and proved my innocence and sanity.
As long as I exist in this way.
Shit will continue forever and ever.
Tomorrow there can be another Pettigrew.
Pettigrew was just a random ass side character.
She’s not even worth my time and energy.
I wasted 2 years of my life speaking about this BS.
It was just a waste of precious time and unnecessary.
Things worked out for me in August 2024 itself.
I honestly won’t voluntarily put myself through near death experiences intentionally.
This is common sense.
If Doctor Mahesh Meda and my mom had not saved my life.
I would have died in September 2024 itself.
I was going to die a couple of times after that as well.
