Sleep would be nice.

Almost done reading The Sociopath Next Door. I concluded right away that my stepfather was/is a sociopath; the book explains him perfectly. Somehow it makes his treatment of me/us more bearable, because now I can see that it wasn't actually personal. The monster (this is not too strong a word) simply enjoyed tormenting other people, animals, whatever he could cause pain to....even flowers. I didn't deserve it any more than any other random person; it was just that- random, and we were a bunch of unlucky kids.