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Dear Diary, this is my first diary entry that I ever had in my life, and I'm here to express everything onto this page.
Ever since the first memory of my life, you think that it was a good memory, a memory of love and happiness. Mine wasn't that, it was filled with hatred from my biological father, I remember the first memory of my life with him, his expression of anger towards me and the words "You ruined my life!", it was confusing at first. Later on as I grew up, I started to understand why my father hated me and it was shocking, he was forced to become a father at a very young age, he started raising me after my biological mother Destiny Paulie, from the conversations, it was stated that she died after having me due to complications, and my father was forced by my grandparents to take care of me. My dad was 15 years old, he was very young to take care of me and he was disowned by my grandparents after discovering everything that he lied about.
That is where his hatred for me started...
He hated me so much, I've always known due to my father ignoring me, he was barely feeding me, and he would always yell at me, saying stuff that I didn't understand during that time. He would always say to me, like he wished that my biological mother was here to deal with me instead of him, how I ruined his life with my existence, and everything else that was very hurtful. All of those words were very hurtful and I can't blame him for it.
It was my fault that his life became this way.
When my stepmother entered my life, she was way worse than my father, whenever she would have to deal with me, she would hit me physically with a whip, and as I begged for my father to help me, he still didn't do anything about it. He would stand there, smirking at my suffering experience, and he tolerated this. I wish I had a loving family.
At least my younger brother cares about me.
But that wasn't enough for me to have some thoughts of ending my life, either by shooting myself or something. And I have cut myself a few times because of them.
I have to end it here, nice to have another friend.
From, Maddison Cornichon...