Absolutely vomit-inducing. I felt like I had to be smart and "not overreact" all of the time. There's page after page of me describing being severely physically abused, having my stuff destroyed, being verbally taunted, and telling myself, "It's OK! I can deal with it! I don't know why they act like this. How weird!" written in the style of a 10-year-old.

It's absolutely breaking my heart and then I remembered that I basically had to teach myself everything that my parents just flat-out didn't during my teenage years (e.g., how to avoid sexual assault, how to identify abuse, how to deal with depression \[yes, I taught myself how to lift myself out of my *own* depression at age 13\], how to have a positive view of womanhood).

I am just... beyond disgusted with my parents. I vaguely remembered this diary entry, but I had no idea how bad it was. My entire writing style is cramped like I'm under intense pressure to keep everything together while being severely abused.

It just feels like there is no justice or order in the world. People are such selfish fucks.