Dad & I had a brawl yesterday.
Literally.
It was a really big thing at such an late hour. We fought and shouted like nobody's business. But I don't hate him.
If he hadn't started it, I wouldn't had worsen it.
But the whole arguement & fighting thing left me with two long scratches on my right arm. & the wound on my right toe was made worse.
I hadn't cried so hard ever.
Locked myself in the room for close to 18hours now, pretending to be asleep but actually quite awake. I hate this so much but I don't even wanna do anything anymore.
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