
12.32am
It’s hard to live with a mother and father who is always out of control. Since I was a kid they used to shout at me and hit and beat me. It has become a natural thing for me to live here with the blows coming and the hurt and pain as if I was only born to this place to experience pain. Tonight was just another night. I was just now in the kitchen trying to have some food when my dad came and tried to on the automatic fan and it started swinging. He blamed me for making it swing other than stay still so he got mad at me when I said I didn’t do it and hit me hard across the face with the remote. I still have ice on my face and my diary is getting wet with the melting ice on my hand. I better go and take care of my face if I want to keep up my fake appearance of being happy and living a worry free life. Goodnight my only friend, my diary. Oh yes and I’ll try to keep my mind of him and my parents but I can’t make any promises.