I haven't been myself recently.
So, my dad is a hige dick wagon, and sometimes yells at me because I made one little mistake.

Well, fun fact about me, I sucked my thumb ever since I was in the womb because of a blister on my lip, and sucking my thumb calms me down and gets rid of anxiety and that jolly shit. And my father mocks me about something I can't really control.

My sister got married in August and her husband is more of a father figure than my own blood father.

Today I said the right thing in the wrong tone and he thought I was trying to be mean and sarcastic and when I tried to act like I was asleep he called me a bitch. I can't help but feel like I was a mistake.

It's so disappointing to see the reason I'm even alive act like I was a mistake. I need some time to get over everything.

I'm sorry for not being online and not updating my shit fest of a story.
I hope you can understand.