Nothing

It hurts. I look desperately for a sliver of hope, some kind of proof that you care, that you realize how badly you fucked up, that you feel bad.

But all I find is more broken promises.

Äckel

I won't be updating this blog for a little while since a disgusting little shit who not only beat up my dad and told me to kill myself but also threatened me and stole everything I own of monetary or emotional value not only reads but also comments my blog.

No, you can't see the comments because I don't publish them. He doesn't care. He's happy as long as he can abuse me in some way.

Okay sure, take my camera, my sewing machine, my laptop, my hard drives with all my photos on but why the FUCK did you take my underwear you disgusting horrible little goblin? Why did you take my teddy bear? It has no value to you. You can't sell it. What the fuck.