3 minutes

It’s been 3 minutes since I walked through the front door and I’m in tears.

i knew I should’ve stayed outside, it took me a while to convince myself to come inside anyways.

First minute:

I walked through the door and the second I do my dad tell me to hurry up and put my backpack down and go see him.

second minute:

i went to go see my dad and he said he has stuff for me to do, I told him he has to hurry because i have a lot of homework tonight and he automatically got mad at me and started yelling at me saying I’m selfish and that I’m rude and disrespectful. I don’t understand. I just told him that I don’t have time to be doing other things.

third minute:

I walk to my room and just break down. I’ve already had a shitty day at school but somehow that is a perfect day compared to being in this house. He never stopped yelling at me, he still is right now.

This is a daily routine and I’m not sure how much longer I can live with this. I’m miserable at school and even more at home. I have nothing to look forward to anymore.