I was told I lived in India and was high caste Princess, involved in some sort of moon worship. I had an unhappy forced marriage too.

I do love some good Indian food, but can’t tolerate the people or their thick accents.

I stare at the moon way too much for normal.

I also felt I have lived in New Fkg Orleans before as I knew the whereabouts of everything before I ever saw the place. Probably red light district lady of the night. And I hate humidity.

Who knows. We don’t get much memory after coming back.

I never want to come back here again.

I’m so done.