Attempt one will be tonight, three hours from once this has posted, and I’ll be drinking bleach. Fingers crossed.
I can’t take it. He keeps hitting me and touching me and I can’t make him stop, you’re not allowed to tell your own fucking father what to do. It hurts. My hair is falling out slowly and he’s noticed when he pulls my hair and that kind of makes it worse.
As I’m typing this I’ve got three bottles of tequila and will be downing them as I go, I’m sorry if this becomes hard to read.
Everyone tells me bleach burns, but honestly, I like the burning. […]