I guess my "real" dad is living in his car. still doing crack. drinking alot. no job. He told my mom he felt really bad for not recognizing me. She gave him the only picture she had of me in her purse, my 9th grade school photo. That made me cry. don't feel bad, just stop killing yourself! I want to go see him but I am so afraid of how it will make
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