Dear journal,
Do you believe in miracles? I don't.. I mean why would I when I'm scared to come home at night and will do anything to stay away? Why would I when nobody really gives a shit? I don't know what to do. The bruises are covering my legs and stomach from when daddy came home last night drunk.. He couldn't help it. He's different when he's sober.. He just needs help with his drinking and it will all be okay. Ha! Maybe I do believe in miracles now that I'm reading this over. He might never change, but I hope he does. I miss my daddy. He meant a lot to me. But I only have two more years in this damn house and I can leave. I haven't mentioned mama. She only hits me when daddy has been hitting, or kicking, or burning her. I just heard the door open... And slam shut.
Daddy's home, and hes been drinking again.
