I was doing pretty good today. I only thought about it like, umm, like really only a couple seconds. Didn't cry. Went to work. Came home. Took a nap. Got woken up by my drunk beligerent father telling me that he was sick of my bullshit. That he wanted me to just leave. He wanted me to just go back to California and he didn't give a fuck. Said he
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