F^**. I think i need stitches.
I didnt pass out. I woke up hungover as hell. Crusty. And sore. I made it through a few days in pain. Covered (thank you winter) and full of “f*** you”’s in my head.
I wanted to write letters but didnt. I wrote (my job) to cover for the lack of idiotic leadership we have in this pandemic, not from any direction but because it felt right to do…instead.
Im nothing more than a s*** dad just wanting one more hugs from his kids. That will never come. I’m too inebriated and emotional for this rn. F***. Reach out to your parents if you have dumb s*** in the way. It means the world. This is killing me.