Bite me

Thanks for helping me, though. You've been amazing and I really appreciate it. -hugs-

Yeah...tried that. Didn't work out so well. Whatever, he's gone out now so I'll just breathe and get through it for the moment. It'll be fine.

I get mad and stuff but if I have to hit something it's usually the wall, not another person. That way I only hurt myself, not the people I (supposedly) care about.

No, I'm not. Just a lot smaller than him. And we're fucking ADULTS, or supposed to be. You get taught when you're a kid not to hit others - why the fuck doesn't that carry over to adulthood?

Of course I asked why. Not an honest answer in sight. He just has a short temper and he likes being stronger than everyone else, so he hits first rather than talk things out. And I've never been protected from that.

Thanks for saying. I just...he's fine, you know? He's sweet and cheerful and nice, if a bit arrogant sometimes. And then he snaps, and it's usually only toward me.

[The whole thing just scares me. And if I leave the house tonight...he'll raid my room and destroy all my stuff. He's done that before too. I know stuff isn't important compared to my life but I just...it's not fair.]

God, I'm so pathetic. I'm even more scared now because he's been training the last couple of years and he's stronger than he used to be.]

Please god, someone save me from my family. Please. I don’t ask for much but I can’t fucking do this anymore.