he dead…

I will never get how a wad of jizz is what determines your family. Like it means something. Two people fucking has chained me to toxic af people.

I got a message the other day, my “father” died. I met him once when i was 15 and not once gain after that. He never made any attempt. Why the fuck would I go to his funeral? My half siblings went supposedly and they hated him. I just nothinged him.

What do you think?

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Bulimic Caught

I find more interest in fiction than in most people