Note.

Yesterday I wore shorts to go out.

When I stepped out of the bedroom, father kept staring at my body. Especially my legs.

He has done this my entire bloody life.

I have drawn a boundary and asked him not to do it my entire bloody life.

But for some reason he never changes.

And he did it yesterday too.

It makes me really uncomfortable when he looks at me.

I feel fucked the entire day.

I hope he gets the message and stops at least now.

Mother yesterday was created a ruckus because I bought clothes.

She started putting her anxiety on me.

I told her I’m going to be getting my money soon.

She said it’s undeserved.

I drew a boundary with her too.

No matter how many times or how many ways I draw boundaries with my parents.

They never ever change.

I distance myself, but I die inside always.

I no longer want to live in this house.

I don’t know what exactly I’m waiting for.

I want my fucking money at least now.

I can no longer wait this way.