You have yelled at me for reasons that I understand, but others I do not; due to this, I have learned not to cry, but when I want to, I can not, I wish I can cry over petty things sometimes, but the more I don’t cry the more I feel like I am turning into a younger version of you, you are not a monster, but when you get mad it makes me want to run sometimes, the more I think about I have gotten used to being yelled at by you and apart of me is terrified by that. Still, at the same time, I am grateful. I am scared almost every time I hear you getting mad because I feel like you will lose control and throw something or maybe hurt someone. When I did something that deserved me to be punished, I was almost terrified to come home after school that day because I did not want to make that same mistake again.