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sad
yesterday my dad came in the house and picked up a mail clipper and threw it across the room, then sat down took off his shoes and threw them then his soks and threw them to and started yelling at me. then he got up and picked up the news paper from the table and ripped it in half and threw it up in the air, he stomped in the kitchen and started throwing cereal boxes. i thought he was going to hit me. after he was done he sat down again and i got up and started to pick eberything up and we haven't talked since. cry cry cry cry i tried not to cry but after i went to my room i cried softly so he couldn't hear. i feel like s**t and i don't know why he starting throwing things an yelling at me. he didn't even yell at sami, just me. whats wrong with me? does my existence piss everyone off? why am i so ******** ugly. why was i made?
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