Cry for me for being a failure

My parents never really wanted me, they wanted a boy.

Everything was going fine, because jo keh diya woh kar liya I was good daughter (my dad felt proud of me)

Then in 7th a guy texted me asking for notes, my dad saw chat (my dad slapped me, I was on my periods) I became bad daughter that day.

In 9th I downloaded instagram, some uncle told my dad, (I didn't even put my name on id, still) my dad again slapped me. I became worse daughter.

In 10th, there was my neighbor (a classmate) and my friend (female) we three were talking casually about school and class. My dad saw he did beat me with aluminum pipe until it bent. I became worst daughter.

In 11th I wanted to leave my parents , and I thought if every possible way. Then I convinced my parents for jee coaching in different city.

They agreed. (Mind me I had relationship in 10th not because I was desperate but just to find little peace, that guy broke me even more). I couldn’t clear jee. I became- sorry I didn't even remain their daughter.

Maybe shyad- galti meri hi thi hamesha.

(Lol haath kanp rhe hai, crying tf):)