Dear Diary.

I’m not placing any meaning behind my words.

I’m telling you what happened and how it made me feel.

Whatever father’s intention might be to continue with what he is doing, no matter how many times I confront him, only he knows.

So I just listen to music and hope that someday I can be alone.

If I speak out about this, mother will blame me for his behavior and dramatize the whole thing and say I will be alone when they die.

I cannot handle that shit because speaking out in this house just makes things million times worse.

I’ve realized there is no point willowing in this topic any further because I can’t expect people to change and nor can I control their behavior.

If someone is not ready to change, there is nothing I can do about it.

This house is unhealthy and toxic for my mind.

I hate it here half the time.

Some days are good and I count my blessing on those days.

Other days I’m just lost in secret gardens and press replay on my good memories.