ang mensaheng ito ay maaaring nakaksakit
On 23, I came back to Delhi from Madhya Pradesh via train. I was climbing up to the stairs of the footover bridge and at right at the top stair, a man elbowed me in the chest. I chalked it up to an accident. But then it happened AGAIN. I, again, chalked it up to being an accident. I walked a little( I was holding my dad's hand) forward and then he followed mw and hit me TWO MORE FUCKING time. And then he went back. I HOPE ALL HIS SOCKS GET WET. I HOPE HE ALWAYS FORGET HIS CLOTHES IN THE WASHING MACHINE AND THEY START TO SINK. I HOPE ALL HIS SOAPS SLIP FROM HIS HAND AND GET DIRTY AND A DENT ON IT. I HOPE HE CLOGS SOMEONE'S TOILET WHEN HE GOES OVER. I HOPE ALL HIS MEALS ARRIVE COLD.
(p.s.: im not usually like this but he was hitting on my boobs and i have big boobs, atleast for my age)