So, why am I doing this again?
I know I won't keep this going but funnily enough I feel compelled to do it. See, it gets to a point in life where you need an outlet but those around you just aren't suitable, or I've buried so many things inside me that I find them hard to express.
Or maybe that's just me.
Well, something about me? Nah. That's just boring. I'm 15 and a girl with serious issues. Actually, comapred to some issues, mine are pretty basic, but you know what they say. Your world seems massive to you but compared to others its actually not that significant or world changing.
So what's led me to start a blog?
My relationship with my father. At the moment I can say that I close to hate his guts. But the thing is the physical abuse has been nothing out of the norm (random hits here and there) and he's no drunk (in fact I like him better drunk) but I still find myself in tears when I'm forced to figure out what's led to this hatred.
Is that normal?
Let me get back to you on that.
