Dear Nobody™,

the point of life doesn't come to you in the most expected ways. Certainly not while you're in school, trying to figure out where you're supposed to go in life. It did for me. Realising that my father just wanted his dreams to shape up in me, not letting me choose my life, my goals, my hurt, my pain and my happiness. Knowing that he couldn't give a shit about me or what i wanted to do. "just do what I tell you" is his favourite motto. A motto that had shaped me, broken me and healed me all at once. My mother, although much better that him, didn't have a backbone. She couldn't stand up for herself, and certainly couldn't stand up for me when my father was being a dick. Coming into my room after my arguments with my father, telling me that I should just do what he says and to live my life when I move out. That didn't help. How am I meant to live my life confined in my father's suffocating presence, where I can't even ask him anything with making a conversation in my head, replaying everything he had shouted at me for, and hit me for, and fearing the wrst of everything. Sometimes he asks me " Why cna't you just do what I tell you? I don't scare you. I never gave you a reason to. " You did. Athough you might not have tried, your entire personality and ego revolved around making your entire family lose their backbone against you. Thats the type of person you are. So father, fcuk you. When you ever actually try to make something out of yourself, use your words and apologise. It might be hard, but it has to happen, or I will never be able to live my life knowing that I had regretted letting to take advantage of my fear and my love for you as a father.