I've been having these everyday for the past 2 months. None of them have gotten close to the intensity of the one I had tonight.
My sister, Hannah, has been mentally manipulating me ever since I walked into that fucking high school. I don't know why tonight's the night I fully broke, but it happened on the most inconvenient night ever. The night of the first competition, and we won too, I should be happy. I'm not even close to happiness. There is not one ounce of happiness in my body.
My sister has called me slut, whore, bitch, ugly, idiot, faggot, and many more. And to top it all off, when I finally decided to confide in my father, I thought he'd comfort me and maybe punish Hannah. Not even close. He proceeded to yell at me and tell me not to be so mean to me.
My heart broke in half. My own father was taking the side of the person who has given me more panick attacks in the past week, than I've ever had in my life. I'm fucking done.
