He yells at me so loud that the person renting our family room could no doubt, hear, and twice he raised his hand to slap me and take I flinch. He was furious—and for what? Two plates? I’ve had friends who leave their dishes for the entire week and never have to wash anything for themselves! I’d open my mouth to say something but I knew all my attempts would be redundant and would just drive them even further into hysterious rage. I’ve reported my dad twice to Children's aid society, so I think he dare touches me physically because he’s been warned; but a part of me wanted him, dared him to beat the fuck out of me, just so I could call the police and have shit go down with him. I wish I could explain everything I am feeling and how badly my relationship to my family is, but i have no words to explain, and if you asked, only a sigh would escape my lips. On a positive side, i worked nearly 8 hours, the longest shift I’ve had since my first day(new years eve; 11 hours) and it was busy, which meant there was a lot of fun things to do. When my boss was out, I snuck two slices of bacon in the microwave and ate it. I’m terrible :P but I consider it “living like a teenager” for once. I’ve never been free and impulsive and immature and always the good girl, never living life and laughing and doing mischief, it actually felt kind of good. :) Continue reading →