Why the hell do you think I don't want to be around you?

You made me feel like an abomination, you fucking suck. I was only 7. 7 year olds shouldn't be afraid to be berated for needing to eat. You made me feel worthless, like all I was fucking good for was nothing. I know all you think of me is a trophy, something to show off and brag about to friends, well sorry Pops, but maybe if you hadn't shamed me for my mental disorders I'd have turned out better. Maybe if you didn't dangle me above a ten folt drop by my ankles, maybe if you hadn't abused my mother. Maybe I would have turned out better. But no. Don't expect me to talk to you if you keep telling me that I'm something to not be seen in public with

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