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10th March 2014

I have been feeling so strange today, thoughts rushing through my head, thoughts of my father and how he abused me in every way, the things he done to me, I hate him so much, there is not another 'person' that I can say I have ever hated before as much as him. His laugh sends shivers down my spine, I can hear him even now, though he's been dead for about fifteen years, I can still smell him, that chemical smell that he had when he came home from Beechams where he worked as a laboratory technician, where he made arsenic and cyanide among other things. He even brought some home once to kill us all.