Dear Diary.

My body and mind is always on alert when I walk out of the bedroom door and when my parents come inside the bedroom.

I’m scared when mother will stab my trauma again for a reaction and when father will stare at my body with a disgusting smile.

I don’t know when father will do something.

They seem to have changed.

But this feeling is never going to go, I’m afraid.

Placing distance between us is the only solution.

I’m honestly so fucking tired. I don’t know what I’m waiting for.

I’m already successful.