"Never thought it could go any worse than that" During the first month of summer before my life as a high school student would start, my father used to hate everything I do...and by everything, I mean EVERYTHING. One time, I was writing on my journal, he scowled at me and said "What are you doing?! You're not even writing on your notebook during your days in elementary!" Then there's this other time when I drank fresh milk. He was like "Why are you drinking that?! You're not allowed to drink fresh milk at this time of day!" And of course, the basic thing that parents usually do: I was watching TV then he called me outside. He was with our family and they were talking. I went up to them and he started talking about all my failures in life and they all started laughing at me. I swear, at that time, I wanted to cut myself. I went to my room crying and searched for something sharp (can't use the knife, too big). I couldn't find