My mother has recently gotten me this lovely black book. She has told me that I'm supposed to write my feelings, which hells renew stress, I shall follow her word since she is never wrong.
This has helped me quite a bit, but this was the first time I have ever seen my father drunk, my father is quite dangerous when drunk, my brothers and me have already been hit twice by wither a shard of glass, or his hand.
Mother is dealing with him, I do so wish I could help her in any way I possibly could. Mother was hit twice as much as all of us combined, her face was red yet she was still smiling
It isn't fair that mother can't express her feelings. . . she's a human too she should be able to do anything a human can do.
But on that note, my hallucinations started getting worse, the image is more clear now I don't like how it feels. It feels cold and empty and dark.
-Cassidy Evagline
