Life is crazy. As a kid you’re led to believe the world is yours to tame like a lion but you’re the lion in reality. People think the one important thing is family, but what if you look at your father with fear? What if you don’t know what version of him you get? What happens when you up and leave? Is that still family? And they say what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger but this shit gave me anxiety, addiction, anger. The day we ran I told my mum I’d step up but I’m just like him.. well he drank I smoke weed but the anger that was in my father is in me, the pains unbearable. I don’t want my mother to look at me with fear but it’s scary. I don’t want this but I need this to keep my peace and my mind free of this hell… why?