Comparing to some people's demons, I think it'd be extremely stupid and childish to claim that I've got a demon that doesn't allow me to move, or anything.
Eisa, by saying that you don't deserve that you're showing a huge bravery of which many wouldn't be capable. Of course you don't deserve to hurt yourself, of course you don't deserve any one to hurt you or abuse of you, no one deserves that, but the good thing is that you've got the power of thinking that! Many would believe the opposite, and would fall for that, thinking that they deserve it, that it must be because of something they did, but it's not! It really horrifies me what they did to you, and I hope it's a thing of the past. But there are demons which you can't fight because they follow you wherever you go, whatever you do. I hope your demons will leave you soon, and that you're finally living the life you deserve

One of my... demons, if I can call them like that, is to never find the true love. It's really horrifying, but it's true, I'm afraid of being alone for the rest of my life, or being in a marriage with someone that I don't really love, or that doesn't really loves me.
My other demon... well, it's quite Ron-ish, but I feel that I'm constantly overshadowed. I'm always second! I mean, it's not that I want to be the first, but... Well, it's hard to explain. I'd take the back seat, but when you've been all your life told that you were intelligent, and becoming self conscious that you're not, it's kinda hard, especially thinking of the chances that you could have if you had been born under other circusntances. It scares me to think of the chances that I might get in the future, comparing to someone else, and to think that that won't let me hold all my dreams.
And... my dad's been always been my demon. Everything I did, wasn't good for him; he thinks he's intelligent, and he is for sure, but he's been blinded for the life he didn't deserve, and for the life he could have gotten if he just had fought harder, and that makes him arrogant, annoying and critic in extreme to everyone else's accomplishments. I think he just dissapoints me everyday a little more, and our relationship is awful. There's nothing but cold formalism in there. I think we've hugged twice in the last 4 years, once when I broke because I failed p.e. and the other one when I graduated from high school, because I broke again at the end of the celebration. And then, maybe for my 15th birthday, but nothing else. It's scary, but I think it's too late, and everyday I dislike him more.