Maybe I'm doing this for myself or to help others. I'm not really sure. I'm not sure if I'm gonna even publish this. I just want to put my thoughts down somewhere. So.. Where do I even begin?
I'm a 14 year old girl just starting to figure out that the worlds a very broken down and sad place. Not everyone gets into the college they want. Not everyone falls in love. Not everyone has a happy ending. Or a happy beginning I guess.
My parents would fight a lot throughout my childhood. About money. About other people. About anything and everything. I remember so distinctly my dad yelling at my mom and throwing stuff at her and calling her names and punching holes in the wall. My mom would sit there with tears lining her eyes and not say anything until all that emotion built up and she'd have to yell back. Sometimes they'd hit each other. He'd leave bruises on her every now and then. He never hurt me or my sister or brother though. Ever.
My dad used to love us. He used to come home and give us hugs and watch tv with us after dinner. He was my favorite person in the whole world. Funny how things change in less than a year.