#BOYS WITH KAJAL Y'ALL

[hum-suffer]

Today was Bollywood day at college and I went as Pakhi from Lootera

Kisi ko samjh nhi aaya aur meko Varun Mila nhi koi

[janaknandini-singh999]

Modern day Krishna (girl version)

- request by @ezs-diary <3

"Hello, bestieee hehe" a girl emerged practically out of nowhere behind her friend and cupped her eyes with her palms "Guess who it is!"

"Manmeet, stop! Let me study for the test!" she replied, frustrated

"Aww no, Radhya!" Manmeet came in front of her friend, smiled her ever shining smile and closed the book which her friend was reading so gently that she didn't even realize it. Manmeet whispered "All you need to be is studying my eyes and you shall find in them all answers that have ever existed."

Transfixed, Radhya stared. Manmeet blinked her deep brown doe eyes which were sweetly adorned in kajal and her ever deeper brown skin as radiant as ever. Her curls flying gently as if there was an eternal breeze around her and a kind of warm aura emanating and touching every part of the essence around her. She was wearing a simple yellow floral skirt, a peacock feather hair clip and a necklace of the full moon but put the sun and moon and all the stars to bow at her. She laughed and started quietly placing flowers in Radhya's hair, which also she had conjured up from God knows where, whispering "You have the most beautiful hair I've ever seen. I shall start calling you Keshavi." Then in an instant, blushing but realizing what Manmeet was doing she smacked her shoulder lightly and said

"Yeah, right! Universal answers and pretty hair and flowers! You top the test anyway and just distract everyone else. Ugh. Just leave me alone!" Radhya walked away. Walked away before Manmeet had the chance to play that hypnotizing flute of hers or start to sing. Because once she started, Radhya would lose all control.

Manmeet just smiled and ran up to her, planting a kiss on Radhya's cheek, so gently it was merely a brush, and then giggled running away. Radhya blushed even more profusely but blurted out "You do this with everyone, na? Go on. Trick them all, boys and girls. But why are you dragging me into this?"

Manmeet smiled and turned around "Because I live in their hearts. But you live in mine, my love." and winked.

Radhya blinked and she disappeared just as instantly as she had came.

Radhya sighed. This girl was just.. something else. And then resolved her stride to where she was actually planning to go.

"Is everyone here?" Radhya called out

"Vaidharbi, here." A girl raised her hand

"Satrijiti." Another one

"Bhanuja." "Vrinda." "Satya."

There were at least 8 or more of them. Radhya raised her eyebrows and put down her fists on the table "Ok, good. Y'all my gang."

They were in the common practicing hall of the school and had congregated after being called by Radhya. Suddenly, an army of more many more girls rushed hurriedly inside. Looked like the whole batch was here now.

"I'm- we're so sorry to disturb but-- Manmeet is singing and we can't-" one of them spoke

Radhya nodded, empathizing and waved at them to come in

"Alright, so they have already mentioned the purpose we are here today: Manmeet. So, I'll start-"

"Umm, guys.." Vaidarbhi said, cutting in "I've got a confession to make. But so sorry to interrupt. After you, Radh."

Radhya went to her, smiling wistfully and closed her hand upon hers. "Nah, you speak first now that you've brought the attention. Everyone! Listen to Vaidi."

"Ok so.. oh, gosh. How do I say this-"

"If it helps, I have a confession to make too." Radhya whispered slowly but high enough for everyone to listen and then looked at everyone's faces because of the eerie silence. Nobody was curious or jumping like "omg, GOSSIP!" but on the contrary everyone's lips were sealed and their eyes revealed a horror that they wanted to say something too. Radhya was stunned.

"Umm...... guys, I THINK I'M into GIRLS. And in love with MANMEET!" Vaidarbhi suddenly bursted and her voice cracked "I just had to let this out I'm feeling so-"

Everyone stared, not saying anything, just as they had been frozen before. Then one of the other girls from the batch finally spoke up "BRO, SAME!? And Manmeet was the one who made me realize that!!? I'm IN LOVE WITH HER, TOO!"

She was met with a huge hue and cry of "NO WAYYY BECAUSE SAME!" "EXCUSE ME!? DID Y'ALL JUST READ MY THOUGHTS I-" "SHE ISS THE MOST GORGEOUS GIRL IN THE WHOLE WORLD AND SHE IS MINE." "NOOO, SHE'S MINE!" "MINE!"

Every single girl was not just coming out to each other because of Manmeet but pouncing at each other.

Radhya almost collapsed in the chaos but Vaidarbhi held her close. She stared at her friend and asked with her eyes "you, too?". Radhya nodded and mouthed "This is why I had called this meeting but-"

Loud as a lightning strike, someone stormed open the door. A boy with a ponytail, a fiercely delicate look and muscular built. It was Manmeet's protective elder brother Halveer.

"Hi girls, has anyone here seen my sister around?" He was trying his hardest not to sound furious but his husky voice bellowed, betraying him

"She was outside that's why we came in, Halveer bhaiya." Radhya answered on behalf of everyone else who had already been tearing themselves up but were now shaken by the sudden appearance of this hulk.

"Dear Lord, Manmeet is such a headache. Mom will kill me if I don't-- ugh-" he half muttered to himself, cursed under his breath and ran outside again

As soon as he stepped outside, he saw boys collapsed on the playground. Half dazed, half fainted and all of them had a long, drooling smile on their faces as if they had seen the most beautiful creature to ever exist but got turned to stone as soon they saw it. Each one was clutching a letter or chocolate or something in their hand on which it was written "To my Manmeet." Halveer shook his head and wiped his forehead, exasperated.

Manmeet was on a swing, sucking on lollipop. A boy was sitting on the grass below and sighing, wincing at touching his injured elbow and chin.

"What's up, Parth? Got in a fight again with that silly brother of yours?" Manmeet looked up at the sky and mumbled through the lollipop.

Parth sighed and shook his head. His white headband and biceps gleaming in the afternoon sun. "It's not that simple, Mann. Yes, he did beat me up. But he's my younger brother. I can't just hit him back. I need to.. talk it out. And... we are orphans. I don't want him to run away from the only family he has. I love him too much." Parth put his head in his hands and started sobbing.

Manmeet jumped off the swing and touched his head. He looked up with teary eyes, sniffing.

"Not gonna lie, babe. That's lowkey attachment. Not love. If you love him, you'll not fight him. You'll teach him. I don't mean to be harsh but it is the truth. You're one of the kindest souls I've ever come across and it's you who deserves wondeful parents. You must be thinking life is not fair.. and maybe sometimes it is not, I will agree for your sake. But it is also the greatest teacher and you, my bestie, are the greatest student I've ever seen as well. Everyone's life and circumstances are different and those who face difficulties more should have the determination even more to fight back and emerge stronger than ever. You don't have parents so it is your duty to be a good figure, a right guide to him. But you can't control if he leaves you in the end or not. But you can control your own actions towards him and make sure you're fighting for what feels right to you here" Manmeet gently placed her hand upon Parth's chest. "That's what counts when it's all over. So, uttho Parth! Aur," her digital watch chimed "oh-"

Manmeet lifted her bag and turned to go. "I've got someone to meet, honey. Catch ya later! Just let me know how it goes. I'll be be here, messing around and having fun. I'm always there for ya, you know that, right?"

Parth was speechless for a second then smiled at her.

"There you go! You're such a cutu when you smile, Parthu!" Manmeet bent to pull his cheeks, grinning and kissed his elbow and neck. "There now. Thank me tomorrow for this miracle when you feel better than ever! And-" she kissed the back of his hands "This will ensure that whatever you do with these warrior hands of yours, you are always lead on the right path!" Then caressing his temple, Manmeet closed her eyes as to transfer all her positivity and strength into him. Parth did already feel so more refreshed and stronger than ever. He smiled. Manmeet opened her eyes and smiled back, squeezing his hands.

"Aightyy then see ya! Ba- byee!" Manmeet waved at him and left, running and checking her watch.

Halveer was quick to search the playground. He found Parth there.

"Hey! Have you seen Manmeet?"

Parth was sitting frozen, but he blushed hard and smiled as soon as he heard that name. Halveer groaned, kicking the dust and ran off again. "That girl has stolen all of the food mom made for the guests today! WHERE DO I FIND HER NOW?!"

"SUDAMAAA!" Manmeet reached, panting

"Mannu?" Sudama quickly stood up from his place on the pavement. "Oh God, what are you doing here?" He rubbed the dust off his torn and shabby clothes and dared not to look at her, distancing himself "If anyone sees a girl like you with a dirty beggar like me then you can get away easily like you always do but I-"

"Oh, please." Manmeet huffed "Shut up with that beggar thing. You're my bestest friend. And you're gonna get out of here. I promise. But hush now, I've got something for you." She took out tiffins from her bag and opened them, delicious dishes filled in each. Sudama couldn't keep his eyes from slowly glancing towards it. His mouth watered and stomach growled.

"I- I can't."

"There are no 'can'ts' with me." Manmeet whispered as she pulled him close and hugged him. Sudama cried uncontrollably, he may have been a poor, stricken boy but being embraced by Manmeet, he felt the luckiest and happiest man on earth.

"Thank- Thank you so much, my best friend. I love you." he croaked and held her tighter

She fed him with her own hands and patted his cheeks

"I always love you MORE! MUAH!"

[ambiguouspuzuma]

Redneck

"I mean, sure, slurping is frowned upon - but I can't well let the good stuff go to waste, right? Y'all got all them nice juices down at the bottom of the body, and it'd be a crying shame to leave them for the coyotes like the rest of the carcass. Waste not, want not, as my ma always said, back when we was coming up. You know, I never really got what she meant, until I came to be raising a boy of my own."

Princess Ekara guzzled from their victim between mangled sentences, letting the blood flow freely down her throat. They were amongst friends, secluded here between the trees. Just the three of them, and each of them cursed. She and Count Kajal went back a long way, all the way to the Old Country, and this was nothing that he hadn't seen before - and besides, he'd taken the best bits for himself.

"Well, not my own, grant you, but near close enough. I found him in these here woods, can y'all believe it? Feeding off them slow moving possoms and Lord knows what else, and I'm learning him how to live proper. Taken him under my wings, as they say. Are y'all sure y'all don't want no more?"

"I'm good, thank you," Count Kajal said. He'd brought their quarry down, and that had meant the first glut of fresh blood had filled him up in minutes. It came gushing out if you hit the artery right, and you didn't need to slurp at all.

"That means helping him with his eating, too, of course - he's only a few months undead, you see, and not yet made the switch from solids to liquids. His teeth are still coming in, if y'all can remember what that feels like. Bless his cold unbeating heart. But he's just the most precious thing, the way he tries to chew the gristle down."

Turning, as the elders had termed it, was by no means a one-off thing. A newly formed vampire had to be constantly suckled with some sort of blood - or formula, for those who preferred - to keep the grip of death from taking hold. Before their bodies adjusted, that meant red meat, and lots of it. A balanced diet, with all of the major blood groups.

Princess remembered how it had felt to turn for herself: starting to like her meat rare, and her meals often. She didn't remember much before - the mortal memories often became hazy, lost to the trauma of death. That was why new vampires needed raising: even after learning to feed themselves, they'd forgotten how to do everything else. They were basically kids, even at a century old.

"And he's teaching you the accent?" The boy sat to the right as they caught up, quietly chewing the fat. He would have been a teenager, in human years. Or a corpse. "The dialect?"

"We'll that's the long and short of it, sure," Princess replied. "To help me blend in, best I can, whilst I help him to blend his food. That's the deal we got in place. I teach him to be a vampire, he teaches me to be a regular Joe."

"A regular Joe called Princess," the Count noted, with no small amount of scepticism.

"Oh, that's no problem at all," she said. "We got an Earl or two in the town, a Duke, a Queenie, a Barron. Ain't nobody pays no mind to little old me. Even the surnames really ain't the problem, settling here - y'all get plenty of migrant labourers, Old Country families and the like. We fit in like gecko on a rock. No, the accent's the rub. I can't be talking in that high-falutin, fancy-pants European vernacular. They'll think me awful uppity, and it'll be sore thumbs and pitchforks time."

"So this is all about camouflage." He seemed somewhat relieved. "You haven't just gone entirely native."

"Well, I'm sure fixing to. The boy reckons I still sound like a bad impression, but Lord I'm trying. He says it's like I'm mocking them. Mortal folk can get real snooty like that. But I sure as Hell know they'd mock me if I was talking like we used to."

Princess paused, hearing his own scant lines on replay in her mind. Haven't, not have not. Starting a sentence with So. The old Count wouldn't have ever talked like that. But it had been a long journey here, and it had clearly rubbed off on him too.

"Oh look now, even y'all have softened it a touch, Mister 'I'm good, thank you'. This ain't the land of castles no more, and you ditch the crenellations from your speech to adjust, right? You always got to adapt to survive."

"It seems easier than the cities, at least. More space to hide. More places like this."

She nodded. "We're at home around country folk, y'all got that right. Vampires have always known that rhythm of reap and sow; the milking of the herd, the harvest of the crops. I figure the mob can't come with pitchforks if you're holding onto one yourself."

"American Gothic indeed."

"If you like," Princess said, pushing the finished corpse aside, its remnants now drying on her cheeks and throat. She'd have to show the boy how to get the stains out of their clothes. "I'm just trying to be an ordinary redneck."

[tellywoodtrash]

shaadi mubarak 17.09.20 lb

lmao kusum patting the car like you pat a horse or cow's rump.

kusum gets front seat!!!!! yes queen! 

preeti so gentle ki car ka door bhi itnaaaa gentle bandh karti hai.

ofc. tarun is behind that trauma-driven response. GOD I HATE HIM SO MUCHHHHHHH. MAY HE BURN IN THE FIRES OF HELL FOREVER.

so cute how kajal and juhi are sitting allll chipakkk ke, like real sisters.

lol kusum got a taana for rati's santro.

damn, this a fancyyyyyyyy office.

THIS MAN IS ON SOME STRONGASS UPPERS ALL THE TIME; WHO HAS THIS MUCH ENERGY IN THEIR 40S?! i'm nowhere near his age and i need to lie down for half an hour every 2 hours or i will legit just collapse from exhaustion.

juhi looks like she's having the same thought as me.

lol preeti's WTF face. it me.

ok his cuteass itaraaana tho. stupid adorable man. thank god this role is played by manav; anyone else would have been truly insufferable.

juhi knows mom is having apprehensions.

pro to this speech: he called her preeti partner multipleeeee times and is very optimistic and it’s warming my heart! cons: speech is veryyyy corny.

lmao @ kusum asking him who writes these dialogues for him.  

lololol KT calling kusum cute!!!! we stannnnnn this dynamic the most!

awwww preeti holding juhi's hand for support.

why is there so much furniture and art in this place??? wedding planner office hai ki furniture ka showroom?

is this preeti partner's office?!!?!?

preeti raising some very valid points that only someone from middle class and lower background can.

oh boy, momma bear is here. can't say i'm looking forward to her interacting with preeti.

also why is she dressed SO EXTRA?!?!

lmao kusum is like y'all didn't let me wear my banarasiiii sariiiii to show these ppl, and kajal is like mom it'd be pointless anyway, just that clutch of KT's mom is holding looks like it costs lakhs. ://///

ugh momma bear is being an elitist bitch. do not want.

poor chachi is having to play enabler to mom's bitchery and i do not like ittttttt.

oh no, kusum brought up the wife and kids.

i thought the wife didn't want the kids? now they live with her??? huh.

who these other randos in the pooja, sitting behind?

KT is meeee during poojas. looking around at everyone's shraddha and being like ‘what do these ppl know that i don't????’

ugh momma bear, stop policing them like kids who are whispering during class. they're grownass adults with kids who are grownass adults!!!!! 

yikes. ardhangini talk. awkwarddddddddddd.

what the hell is this extra dramatic music?

ugh this mom sucks. she's such a rich bitch.

KT handling sitch well.

lmaoooooooo kusum/kajal ka excitement to know what KT's full name actually is. i love these two together sooooo much.

hahahahahahaha their reaction.

aw he's so soft while telling her to name the venture, coz she's the reason the business came into existence.

GOD CAN YOU JUST SHUT UP, MOMMMMMMMMMM

preeti partner is all for democracy.

shaadi mubarak. wow soooooo original.

(i honestly liked kajal's 'the shaadi makers' best.)

ok mom/preeti. no need to get so deep about the hands.

UGH CAN THEY STOP RUINING THIS HAPPINESS BY SHOWING THE MOM'S BITCHY REACTION SHOTS.

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happy about KT's confidence in both preeti and himself; hate momma bear's overconfidence on the power of money.

[staydeobisworld]

Han Jisung FF

"Hey are you and han dating?"

"Are you han's gf?"

"You and han were spotted together, are y'all dating?"

I tried to ignore them as much as possible but some annoying reporters were shoving their mics on my face .

So I finally answered

"No we're not. I don't deserve him"

I've been feeling so low lately maybe I was out of my mind for saying all this .

"He's a great person! He's caring, funny and lovely. He doesn't such a loser like me. Hes so talented and he deserves someone like him . Not me"

I regret those words . Ah I shouldn't have said what's really in my heart .

"Ofcourse you don't deserve him loser" I hear someone saying it and I lose it.

I run away from there.

I keep running in the direction of my house. It's probably a mile away but I don't really wanna take the bus and face humans Right now so I run.

I reach home in like 20 minutes and collapse on my bed .

There's a photo of me and han on the table stand beside my bed.

I hold it in my hands admiring the perfect person in the photo.

Yes I do like him.

Infact I like him a lot.

But yes as I told I don't even deserve to like him.

I hold the photo to my chest and cry for a bit.

I lay down and stay that way.

Suddenly the door bursts open and angry Han walks in.

"What the fuck !!"

He walks up to my bed .

"Why the fuck did you say that!! I mean how could-"

He stops mid sentence.

he sighs and sits in front of me

He lifts up my face and wipes the tears on my face.

He holds my face in his palm and looks at me like he's seen a lost puppy wandering for a home.

He pulls me to his chest and rests his chin on my head while his hands caress my back.

I sense his hand move and take something from the bed.

His heartbeat races and I hear his breathing getting heavy.

I pull away and see our photo in our hand.

Before I could say something he placed the photo back on the stand and stood up.

"Come let's go"

He says and puts his hand forward for me to take it.

"Hannie where?"

"Just come "

I take his hand and stand up.

"Okay let's go"

He stops me

"No wait"

Huh? Did he have a change of decision?

He takes me in front of the mirror and makes me sit

"Just a minute" he says and leaves

I almost scream when I look at myself in the mirror .

My hair is a mess , my tears have dried up making some weird patches on my face while the Kajal is all smudged.

Han comes back with a wet cloth and wipes my face.

"Han I'll do it" I try to take the cloth from him but he kept pushing away my hand.

"Done , now the last thing"

He takes the brush from the table and brushes my hair .

He looks into the mirror and thinks something.

"Ah ! Yes!"

He opens his bag and takes out a cute hairband.

"I bought it for you when I went out with the boys"

"That's so sweet hanniee! Thank youuuu" I smile at him and look back at myself adjusting the hairband.

"Let's take a selfie"

Han suggests and takes out his phone .

He puts on a cute cat filter on snapchat and we take some photos.

"Okay done! Let's go"

He grabs my hand and pulls me out.

Soon we're out of my apartment.

He calls for a taxi and we get it.

He looks at me

"You hungry?" He asks .

"Ummm maybe... Yesss"

He laughs and turns away .

The drive was short .

We arrive at a street food area.

"So what do you wanna eat?" He asks

"Honestly , everything" I honestly answer.

I look around to see many couples here.

"What are we waiting for then?"

He smiles and takes my hand.

We try every type of food. Sweet, sour, spicy.

Can't blame us.

We love food.

It's already 6:30pm.

"I have somewhere else to take you."

" Okay." I don't ask him where cause to be honest I'd go wherever he took me.

He calls for a cab again and we get in.

"Han river please"

I turn to look at him with wide eyes.

"I know you love that place at night"

Wow he remembers. I blush thinking that someone actually remembers what I like.

The radio was playing some of the best songs and we couldn't help ourselves but have a mini concert in the cab. Poor driver.

We reach the river and as soon as I get out of the cab I regret not wearing a jacket.

Ah it's fine.

Cold doesn't bother me anyway.

Lmao I'm not Elsa.

"Wanna have ice cream?"

Han asks and I shamelessly agree.

We both take chocolate cones.

We sit by the bench eating our ice cream in silence.

I turn to look at him and he's already looking at me.

Me being the weird ass ,I offer him my ice cream.

I mentally slap myself but he takes happily takes a bite from mine.

I blush and look away.

"Hey show me our photos"

He takes out his phone and hands it to me.

I open the lock as I know his passcode.

His wallpaper is a picture of us from today.

It's the one we took at the street food area.

It's the one han took while feeding me .

We kinda look like a couple tho.

Cause both of us wore black from top to bottom.

You know like couple things?

"Yah open it fast, I wanna seee toooooo"

Wow was I staring too long?

I open the photos and start scrolling through our photos.

If anyone would see this , they would surely think we were a couple.

There was photos of us acting cute and weird. I love the weird ones tho.

There was one where we had our tongues out and eyes closed. God I love it.

We laugh looking at others .

"Let's go for a walk?" I suggest and Han agrees.

Suddenly Han sighs and I ask "whats wrong Hannie?"

"I like you !!"he covers his face .

What? Han likes me? I need moment for this to sink in.

"I'm sorry I shouldnt have-"

"I like you !!!"

I blurt out.

And Han looks at me with wide eyes.

He holds my hand and looks me in the eye.

"I had so much fun today with you. I Mean I have fun Everytime we're together and I really love it. I know you think you don't deserve me or something but honestly please don't think that. You might need some time for yourself right noww and I'll wait. I swear I'll wait but jus-"

I cut him off by kissing him.

His lips are so cold probably because of the cold weather and I'm sure mine are too.

We pull away . He brings his hand up to face and pulls me in again.

We kiss till we go breathless.

"So.... Will you be my girlfriend?"

"Yes Han."

[butwhereisshe]

The transition from a happy little girl to a 19 year old girl wasn't a very pleasant one. Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining, I'm very proud of where I am today, and how I am as a person, even after everything people have done to me. Yes I know, there are a lot of people who've had it worse, who've been through worse things, but that doesn't make my issues invalid. From teachers who hated me for absolutely no reason and made my school life hell, to boys who pretended to love me just to mess with me, to friends who weren't really friends,to blood that wasn't really family, I think I've seen enough. School was absolute Hell. If I was given an option to choose between going to school and going to war, I would choose war. You know what I don't understand? Y'all are women, y'all have been little girls. Y'all knew how delicate children are, then how do you have the heart to be so horrible to a child? To say things that will cause long term psychological damage? I never back answered, spoke rudely, or did anything disrepectful to any of the teachers. But still, they had decided. Rhea Sachdeva is the bad apple. She's a bad influence. I wish I had the guts to open my mouth and tell them that what they're doing is wrong. This is not how you groom a child. I was never a dumb kid, but I never put in as much effort as I could have because I knew, I would only receive hatred from them no matter what. Look at me now? Away from your toxic environment, I topped my college in the 12th grade. This coming from the girl who "is only into boys" or "You stupid girl! You want to become a model ha? Roam here and there in short clothes and be a puppet? Or you want to get married? Wait I'll call your father and tell him to get you married right now. Girls like you should be treated like this only." When I almost lost my right eye because of an eye infection, this teacher went around telling people "Don't put kajal, learn from Rhea's mistakes. She is blind now, because she didn't listen to us! Do you hear? She is blind." That...lady..went and announced in the entire school that Rhea Sachdeva is blind now. Imagine going to school after a month in tenth grade and girls coming up to you and asking you,"Rhea..can you see me? " or "Rhea, are you really blind?" Of course I'm not blind you dipshit. The girls, hahahaha. Let's not even go there. Through all this, not one bit of support from any adult. Not one bit. In fact they convinced my parents that I was a bad kid, and that I must be "disciplined". So hell in school, and home was no different. I had to go somewhere,right? I needed some support? And boys, those opportunists, never failed to make fake promises of love. I don't even know why they want to mess with me? I'm just sitting here, doing my own thing, and you decide that you want to be a part of my life. You put in 100% efforts to get me emotionally attached to you, and when I do, you screw me over. Like why? I didn't even bother you. And its not like one guy messed up and I put my walls up. There were so many of them. Anyway. I cannot even begin to describe how every day or every night has been. So before you tell me that I'm too negative or I have issues or that I need to "loosen up", know that there's a lot that you don't know about me. And even if you know it, you've not lived it, I have. I have survived it and I've come out of it in a beautiful manner. Do not say that I "can't see myself happy" because I have tried to be happy. I was a happy kid too. No one's born sad. But people like you fucked me up. It's not one incident or two. Its years and years of going through everything alone that has made me the person I am today. And if you don't like me, the door is open. Leave. And to all the guys who come to me with the "Rhea I like you.." Or "Rhea I'll keep you happy I promise" or "Rhea I swear I won't hurt you" or "You'll never be alone" , go fuck yourself. All people who say such things see when they see me is a "hot" girl and these are their feeble attempts at getting me to do whatever they want with them. I don't want your crap, so don't even try. So if anyone wants to be friends with me, I'm completely up for it. But enough with the deceiving, the lies, the betrayal, the cheating, the trash talking, enough. We're all born innocent, and then the "world" or "life" strips away our innocence little by little, piece by piece, turning us into ruthless human beings whose hearts are cold as ice.