I wish I could go back to my dad’s funeral so I could scream at his corpse for giving up.
Why not when he was alive?
He stopped caring. I’ve been raising myself since age 13.
Shit, mom used me (and still does) as her personal therapist.
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- March 20, 2024, 5:50 a.m.
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Last updated March 20, 2024
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