I don't know what the hell to do about my dad. I can't do this anymore.

Last night, at 12:30 in the morning, I walked into the kitchen to grab some meat sticks and a diet root beer. He was in there, having a bowl of Cocoa Krispies before going to bed. A big 60 carb bowl.

Even though this note has existed on the cereal cupboard door forever:

I fuсking lost it. He asked me what was wrong with cereal, and I just went nuts. I ended up taking the rest of the box of cereal and dumping it in the woods behind our house. Then I started Googling my meds one at a time to see what the results would be of an overdose.