In the end, it's all the same. Getting belittled by him, now I realized that she sees me like that too.
I can't wait till I'm 35 and able to move out. A home is somewhere a person is supposed to feel safe, not somewhere they go to and get judged for everything.
I am not your perfect family cookie cutter daughter. I'm not pretty, not thin, not smart nor talented. I tried. I can't.
Why can't they see my good sides as well as my flaws? Am I so bad that there's no good in me at all?
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