I love my dad, he's my dad...but there are times when I hate him such as the other day he saw my dog digging a hole in the back yard, no he shouldn't have been doing that but he grabbed his head and held his head down to the ground, he picked up a hand full of dirt and shoved it in my dog's mouth at that moment I hated him....then just this morning I went up stairs to clean up most of my makeup that I left laying out it wasn't there and my mom didn't touch it...a few minute ago he came downstairs and basically told me if you spread stuff out so I cant set down so and so to take a shower I'm putting it in the garbage no questions asked...almost all of my makeup is now possibly thrown away including a late Christmas present my mom gave me the other day....when all this could have been avoided if he had calmed the hell down and asked me to move it before instantly thinking oh well this is laying in a place I need to set something down so it doesn't mean anything to anyone and can be thrown away because I need to set this down. right now I hate him
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Thoughts of a broken girl
General FictionI'm a broken girl, I'm nothing special...I have depression anxiety and thoughts of suicide...I like art, writing, and some coding...I'm bad at math and science...this is a collection of my thoughts until the day I day may it be by suicide, murder...