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Oy vey. I can't. I'm so itchy. My dad's really drunk. He's been drinking a lot lately and his body can't really handle it like it used to. I think it's his way of dealing with his shit in life since he doesn't acknowledge that he's stressed or depressed or anything. But it's like ... I don't know. I feel like I shouldn't say anything because like ... I take after my dad in so many ways ... and just ... I don't know. He's not being responsible lately. Not like he ever truly was, but still. He shouldn't drink because he has diabetes. He doesn't care. He doesn't take care of himself because he's convinced he's going to die in the next ten years, or sooner. But like ... my mom has more health issues than my dad and she's the only one with a steady job and she pays all the bills and covers his ass because he has so much debt and keeps buying shit or trying get rich quick schemes and it's just ... it's just sad. I try to stick up for him sometimes, in some ways, but overall there's a real problem here. Not with the drinking but in the responsibility. It's killing my mom. I don't know.
I'm so itchy.
I'm so itchy.