It's the smallest things that slice and tear at your heart. Why do you always treat me like I can't do anything right? Why? Not smart enough, not hardworking enough, not organised enough, not pretty enough, not skinny enough, not sweet enough, not considerate enough, not confident enough....
Just kill me and get another fucking daughter already.
Fuck this. I want to drop out of school and disappear. I wish she didn't find me that day. Maybe I would have finally gotten rid of myself then.
