Ryan.

I'm sick of you. I'm sick of putting up with you hurting me. Physically and mentally. You wonder why I want you gone or to not live any where near you. You wonder why I run away. You constantly mock me about every single thing I've done wrong, you tell me to go cut myself, to down those pills once more, that i don't deserve a life, i don't belong in this house-you even got mum to second that.you push me around and punch me for stupid reasons.  Yes I sometimes say uncalled for words to you but that does not give you an excuse to fucking touch me or threaten to take my life. You think you are the man of the house when you aren't. Your an immature boy, who thinks its okay to do the things you do. It's not and never will be. You are a pathetic excuse for a "man". I hate you, and that will never change Ryan.