I hate him, like so much. He's making life so difficult. I've been traumatised by him for more than half of my life. Seriously, what the fuck does he want? So annoying. He doesnt like being happy and neither does he let us be happy. Like wat the fuck right. I wonder why man are like this. Is it so hard to be normal? Is it unfair for me to wish I was normal? And my family was normal. And everything's fine. And I dont need to come home and hear her whine and cry. I feel so fucked up, seriously.

"In our family potrait, we look pretty happy. Let's play pretend like it comes naturally."