I went to the kitchen and made an egg scramble for breakfast, dad could not stop assaulting me with “Hey, do you want this?” throws a trinket at me, repeats, repeates, “Hey, I got a scratcher with winning numbers on it, check it out!” fucking garbage garbage won’t let me eat in peace and just buys all this trash that is already littering the kitchen table and just fills up the house. He has no sense of how to live a quality life whatsoever. Were he on his own, his house would have been full of trash years ago. A nice, constructed-by-him house, full of trash. Retard. Goddamnit.
And never mind that he’s my father and I wish he were a decent person because he’s related to me. Like that just doesn’t sting at all.
It’s totally fucked.