The Diary of Bree Thomas.

Chapture Four : Ungrateful Child.

Dear god,

Today was the worst.

He came home around 10. He was already drunk.

I wasn't expecting him home for a couple more hours.

I was asleep on the couch.

He said I was ungrateful. That I didn't deserve to live, That it should have been me instead.

I'm starting to believe him. I almost hate myself as much as him.

I think about suicide sometimes. That maybe it will just be easier.

I can't Bring myself to do it.

Sometimes I just want to run away.

But I know if I do, he will only be worse.

Love,

Bree