I’m 14 years old and I’m living with my parents and my younger sister. My father is known for being out going towards other people and is “funny”, but when nobody is around he’s suddenly got anger issues and is very ignorant, it’s hurtful. He’s always picking on me, he always is putting me down for things I do and the way I look. If I don’t do something right he gets incredibly mad and starts to yell at me profusely. At night I go to bed and cry quietly hoping he won’t hear me, he’s going to yell at me for crying and say “ I’ll give you something to cry about”. After a while of crying I go into my little world I’ve made, it helps me stay away from my severe intrusive thoughts I’ve developed because of him. During the day I sometimes drift of into that world interrupting what ever I’m doing. At times go into that world and just stare into the distance, my father has called me the r word and thinks I have some sort of autism for leaving this horrible reality into my world. I’m starting to get to the point of just wanting to kill myself but I’m too scared. Not scared of death but what comes after. I don’t want to die. But I don’t want to live and suffer because of one fucking person. I might just quit at living and stay in my world until I die, what’s the point I’m a failure at everything. Might as well give up.