I’ve cut contact with my father, and the rest of my family for now. My dad pummeled me one last time. He brusied my ribs, I think broke one of them, sprained my elbow, and dislocated my shoulder. He also cut up my face a little with his nails. I cried because of the pain, and also I just lost my father. I got so fucked up that my tio drove me to the hospital like damn bro! okay!

My father is a very angry man. He’s just a prick. He has no way to take it out unless it’s on others. That’s why people like his brother more than him. That’s why the family listens to my tio more than him. Dumbass.

Anyways, he’s been trying to harass me on every fucking site known to man, and it’s pissing me off BAD. I’ve blocked his number, and his multiple accounts. His words have been either very sad apologies, to threats about coming over to my school and finishing the job. But I know he has an image to uphold, so he wouldn’t even come to me in public.

But it’s still scary. Thank you Katie for making our apartment into a fortress. She’s been calming my paranoia down for a long time now, and I’m so greatful for her. She’s just a nice person to have around. Thank god she’s a good roommate than me, she’s better than me which is so sweet.

Anyways, I think I’m going to be doing something else for the rest of winter break, and hopefully go do some fun stuff with friends to take my mind off this.