I have a very strange family. I have heard some very disturbing things. I have seen some very disturbing things. All from a very young age. Whenever they talk about parents in school, specifically about how children emulate their parents, I feel so angry I could really hurt or even kill someone. I’ll never be like my parents. Even as a very young child I knew it was wrong. Yet we’re still a “loving family.” I wish I wasn’t such a pathetic coward. I wish I could stand up to them. I wish I stabbed my father that day. I’d do goddamn near anything to go back in time just to have a REASON to stab him. I can’t now. Not when he and mother are acting all innocent. It’s strange. I love my family very deeply, yet I also hate them and myself. I’ve been a golden child my entire life. Perfect grades. Perfect extracurriculars. Never in my entire life have I argued or defended myself, but that still isn’t enough, is it? One day I just want to snap. So bad. No one has any idea how close I am. Facade.