Jessica Brody. 52 reasons to hate my father (№ 389907)

I spent almost all my childhood, increasing immune to the callousness of my father and his precious way of life. But no matter how much effort you exert, how long you stick to it, from everything you're not insured. Because you never know when you will hit the following Christmas. Or how Sizzling it will be cold.
As much as I'd like to lie down and let the Arctic fog swirls above me, I feel like something is stuck in my chest. Icicles fell. They pierced the skin. A direct hit.
And I hate myself for how weak I am and sensitive. I despise my own vulnerability.