My father hasn’t said a single positive word to me in weeks. He can really break you with the kind of things he says. So after having heard so much negativity about myself, I cracked. He’s worse than all bullies together because yeah, it’s my father so I can’t not care.

I just quietly stood up from the table and went upstairs. I hit my head against the wall. It was harder than I meant to do it and the wall was harder than I expected so I lost consciousness. I don’t know how long I have been laying there but it was in the middle of the corridor so anyone who came upstairs must have seen me.

When I woke up, I noticed that my dad was in his office. So he just walked past me without doing anything. That’s the moment I realized it’s true: my parents don’t care about me. Whenever I said nobody cares about me, I always got the answer ‘your parents do’. No, they don’t.