Dear readers, like me, should take this seriously, that there are no good people in the world at all. So fake Good people do exist, they don’t even give us a bitter pill, just keep messing us up, all the way.

I for one just keep avoiding them, no matter what. They don’t even cover up fully, so intentionally, that we keep getting subdued by them, as they come.

Listen people, people are real, but not good. Some of them are so addicted to power money, that they’ll even marry your wife, if you have one, right in front of your eyes, and then have babies with them the night you die by a વહેમ.

Nasty, I get attempted upon by people of my own house, my own society, in the name of haye. That addiction of haye, that lure of the jungle, is so strong that they can’t help it and end up racing me, while they cover up. I forgive them in the name of humanity, I hear their pain when they pass away too. The jungle kills, and it’s patrons, Sir and his लोग. I beware.