hey i was abused and burnt with a cigarette by my dad. i went to the hospital because a bottle of alcohol was broken on my head. i have a scar of ten stitches across my stomach. i lived in a abusive household for 16 years while my dad did who knows what to my siblings and mother. but i still think the world is great. i still know there are kind people out there, i still believe ill get better and other can too. i still find each person i come across beautiful before i speak a word to them. i still hope for the best. i still love myself. i still forgive myself. i still want to be happy. i still know its a choice. i still love the world. i still know i will see beauty everywhere one day. but i am sorry for that because i should give my father what he deserves apparently. because i am in the right to do that thing. because i am the goddam president of course i have the power to choose what people deserve. give everyone death regardless of what i know about them. a rebel? dam him you know. sorry i was ever so dumb to be grateful. i am selfish. how egotistic of me to forgive people when they havent even said sorry.