Dear diary,
The uncle realized that I smoke, he locked me in the room and he took it out on Tommaso; he knows it's psychologically disrupting for me.
Life in this house is fucking hell and I keep feeling that shitty urge to hurt myself.
Is it possible that a scratch on my wrist made me feel better? I can't believe it.
All I know is that if that man keeps behaving like that, Tommaso won't be able to take it anymore.
I don't feel like a human anymore, I'm getting more and more off.
I think I'm going through a slow psychological death, through painful stages physically and mentally.
I want to disappear.
-Ren.
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