I saw my drugged out father for the first time since 6th grade when things came crushing down. He looks awful, I just want him to be dead. I don’t want to have to see him anymore. It hurts to be told that “he cares about you” but if he did then why the hell isn’t he trying to get better for me and my siblings. I hate him, he’s not a father to me. Never was since I had to raise my brother despite being a child myself while he did crack in his bedroom.