my father is terrifying to me. not because of him being physically scary or imposing (aside from the two remembered instances of him getting physical with me, probably as some pathetic attempt to be stern and fatherly), but because he is infuriatingly, obviously unfit to raise a child and has always been. he seems to understand or care very little about anything, including his own life. he has never had a "real" job for as long as i've been alive. he's apparently a drug addict and has sold off many things around the house for money, on top of asking me and my mom for money on several occasions, and then i'm the one who has to deal with her paranoia and overprotection and guilt and regret of everything. she must be absolutely disgusted with how much i resemble him. i am too. she's told me how my dad is "retarded" or "has the mind of a child" before. he's told me that my mom was the first "real" girlfriend he's ever had in some bid to be relatable, which actually just horrified me. i can almost visualize the vile mixture of desperation, family pressure, inexperience and unfulfillment that went into conceiving me, followed with baffled oblivious confusion when i didn't turn out the way they planned. i truly do not want to be like him. i don't want to trick some poor, almost normal woman into living with my insanity forever so we can pump out more trash spawn and continue this endless chain of fucking misery. it needs to end. i hope to make it end.
my mom discovered me cutting myself one night when i was 12, and then just kind of ran away after calling my dad, who went on to hold my down in the couch as i cried and spat all over myself, unable to break free. i wonder if he was just disappointed? like i failed at being their golden goose, the thing that would vindicate them and give some meaning to their lives. now they're letting their brothers and sisters pick up the pieces and try to glue me into some disfigured shape that almost looks normal from a distance, so they can all pat themselves on the back and thank God. it won't work and i hate myself for it because i know that i, just like my dad, will have so much money and so many chances dumped on me by people who probably should know better at this point, and i'll waste all of them as i already have been doing. i just wish they'd give up already, it's like trying to revive a fucking corpse. just direct me to my grave and leave me alone.