I really hate it here. I accidently slammed a door. Accidently. That door has been broken for ages. and you know how my dad reacted? He threatened to throw me out on the street. He had a fucking knife in his hand. Even though I know he was cooking, and he wouldn't hurt me, it still scared me. Like couldn't he think to put the knife down?
I was going to get firewood, so I put the crocs on that were by the door. And low and behold, I had dared to leave the door open, so when he yelled at me, screamed at me for leaving a door open, I told him that I was putting shoes on. And I shut the door. It was an accident. I didn't mean to, ok? It was an accident! But no, it was a display of pathetic attitude that infuriated him. And when I came back in, he started yelling at me about how stupid I am, and that I can't start about anxiety or shit like that because all of that stuff is bullshit and doesn't exist. I didn't even say anything about anxiety!
But anyway, I'm probably overreacting
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