No one can truly grasp the quiet despair that lingers inside, a weight that wraps around everything I do, making it impossible to connect with others. It’s a kind of emptiness that I can’t explain, a silence that leaves me unsure of how to talk, how to act, or even how to exist. I don’t know how to deal with the world anymore, and with every failed attempt, I feel more like a failure, lost in a place where nothing seems to make sense. The reason for all of this lies in the damage caused by the man who was supposed to be a good person. The bad father I had destroyed me, physically and mentally, leaving me broken and lost. But I will never forget. I will take my revenge, no matter what, and in every chance I get, I will hurt him as he has hurt me. He may have taken so much from me, but he hasn’t taken everything. I’ll make sure of that, A woman sits quietly by a window. She has long hair and a pensive expression. The atmosphere is melancholic. The background is out of focus and the lighting is soft and moody
