I don’t love my dad. Not like I used to. Drugs have changed him too much. I hate even thinking about him, because it hurts to much. I barely have any memories of him before he turned out like this. Like a drunken and addict mess. I don’t think I’ve ever known my dad. I hate him and I despise everything about him. But I also cry when I think about the man he could’ve been. I hate looking at him. I wish he just wasn’t so stupid. I miss him, but I don’t want to even be in the same room as him anymore. I hate this feeling. I hate him.
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