*1 and a half years later after frequent updates of writing*

So, father's been acting... meaner these days. He keeps hitting me with belts, slippers, anything he can find around the house. He'll get drunk, and then smash empty alcohol bottles centimetres away from my head. And it sucks. I'm 11 and a half now, by the way. Every day in these years are all the same. Go to school, learn, come home, be beaten, study, sleep. Then repeat the next day. I've gotten quite used to it... and sometimes I feel like I wanna hide or never exist. And sometimes... I just wanna die. Whatever though, I didn't exactly want to have to go through the pain of dying, but I knew no one would care if I was gone.

Anyways, I still don't have any friends at this school and I intend to keep it that way. There are no bullies per se, but every once in a while someone will make fun of me for not having a phone and studying all the time. I was labelled, "the nerd." I didn't really mind though, it's not like they affected my life in any way. Little did they know... the reason I try so hard, the reason I study so much is that maybe one day I can finally get a good job and earn enough money to move out and get away from my stupid father!!! I just wanted to be alone, to finally have some peace for once. Never have I experienced that in my life... those pricks! One day I'll show them... I'll show them all!

Okay, I guess getting angry and jealous at the them isn't going to help at all, I guess I'll just study some more. I'm in my room almost all the time I'm home now, and I secured a lock on my door so that my dad can't come in as much. (until he breaks the door down again). I don't bother helping around the house now, I know within minutes that it will be messed up by my father again. Everything outside my room is complete and utter chaos now.

I work for my school to sell cookies around the neighbourhood, and every once in a while a customer will be nice (or take pity) and give me some tips that I get to keep for myself. This is how I managed to take care of myself all these years, how I fed myself and kept myself alive. It's also why I think that I'll be able to leave this place soon. My dad doesn't pay the bills or anything anymore, so what's even the point. Being an orphan would be better than this. Whatever, I better study now, bye.