So I was just reading something, and it said, people tend to fall for someone who's a lot like their parent. And I immediately thought, "No???". If someone I liked acted towards me like my dad does, I would probably start hating them with a vengeance. Like, why would I be attracted to someone who's abusive towards me? Why in the world would I fall in love with someone who is arrogant, uptight, close-minded, and bipolar? Why would I love someone who says I could go kill myself and it wouldn't matter? It makes no sense.
And then there's one other thing. If anyone even touches me in a non-loving way, I would probably leave with no second thought. You even lay a finger on me, when you're angry (not in an angry sex way. In a violent way) you bet your ass, I'll be gone.
This whole Daddy Issue bullshit doesn't make any sense to me. I'd rather kill myself than love someone like that. 

Strong

I sit on the closed toilet seat. This is where I come when I need to collect my thoughts. When I need to get my shit together. It used to be where I lost my shit (pun intended) but not anymore. Out of the corner of my eye, I see red lines on my thigh. I see blood oozing out of the cuts. But when I look down, they’re gone. Instead, they’re replaced with white lines. There are no fresh cuts. Only scars of those done months ago. Memories. I consider adding a few more. But no. I haven’t done it in a long time. I shouldn't start again now. I am okay. I am strong.