Jun 16
warning: mentions of abuse (kinda), self-hatred, and self-injury through hitting/punching
i know he wants to hit me. he’s come close a few times. i’m not fucking stupid. i see it on his face. he doesn’t because mom would go ballistic, even though she used to. which is why it’s funny that i’ve bruised my thigh. it’s like i’m doing it for him. i know i deserve it. i want to be a content creator so badly, and i long to change and leave my mark on the world, but i never will. i’ll never be anything worthwhile. not while i live in this house. but i don’t know how i’m supposed to escape.