OMFG.... ppl... dont know when to shut the ******** up and stop what theyre ******** doing... they cant tell that by poking me that it hurts... i mean apperently twitching doesnt send a clear enough message... apperently screaming "STOP ******** DOING THAT, YOU'RE ACTING LIKE MY GOD DAMN FATHER!!!" doesnt count as letting the know either... so if that doesnt tell them something i dont know what does.... and now... Ms. Watson has figured out that my dad has fun beating the s**t out of me and she's asking me all these questions now, and i'm gonna get them every day... and now since someone called the cops on him yesterday.. i got the s**t beaten out of me three times as hard cause "its my fault..." that other ppl are hearing the crashing from my room... it's my fault that they see things flying past my window... it's my fault that i have a big dent in the wall.. its my fault i had plaster in my hair last night... it's all my fault... its my fault that he gets drunk every day... its my fault he beats the s**t out of me... its my fault i brought my best friend into this.. its my fault i hurt her by him doing this to me... IS ALL MY ******** FAULT!!!!! here.... if you havent gotten it yet... this is what my dad did the other night... from the book Night>> "One day when he was venting his fury, I happened to cross his path. He threw himself on me like a wild beast, beating me in the chest, on my head, throwing me to the ground and picking me up again, crushing me with even more violent blows, until I was covered in blood." so basically all i did was... from the book Night>> "Bite your lip little Brother... Don't cry. Keep your anger, your hate, for another day, for later. The day will come but not now... Wait. Clench your teeth and wait..."
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