Dear Diary.

Sometimes just being in the same house as parents or just looking at them sends me in trauma.

Because my memories can’t be erased.

Every time I walk out of the bedroom door or when they come inside the bedroom, my heart starts racing and I get scared sometimes.

I don’t know when father will stare at my body with a disgusting smile and when mother will intentionally stab my trauma.

I don’t trust anymore because they never change.

I’m just trying my best to maintain peace.

But honestly I’m scared and I hate it here most of the time.

I’m just waiting for my money.

I don’t know why I’m waiting and suffering this way when I’m already successful.