I want to kms. Honest. I want to go somewhere random. And just die. No I love you to anyone. No Iam sorry it had to be like this. No nothing. My dad was never always abusive. It started when I hit 12. The sexual comments about me. Calling me a slut or slag as an insult. Abusing me. Sometimes almost killing me. 10. 10 close encounters Ive had to being dead thanks to him. I grew up wanting to be my own person. See, I come from a Muslim family. My dad? A racist, mysognystic and sexist man. So having my own style was hard. He was a major hypocrite too.. My brother is no better, Hes a mini version of him.. Anyway, from countless abusive cases with me and my dad. I grew depressed. Suicidal. Always longing for that eternal sleep. I could been having the best day ever, and the thought would still come to mind. My brother finds it funny when i say i want to die. He won’t be laughing when I stop answering the phone. Or when Iam six feet underneath. It’s his fault. I want it written on my grave.