A sick mother, I have no job to help pay for medicine and the operation (let alone save for grad school), and a father that’s apprehensive on giving help. This is pulling me down. I can’t go anywhere with this. I unfortunately have to take responsibility because I really would like to see mother live longer. It’s a disgusting thought to know that my father has abandoned his role as a loving husband, which is why I bear the responsibility. I’m jealous of friends that don’t have a two-ton anchor weighing them down. Fuck you all.
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