I hit my dad today.

Not on purpose. But it doesn't matter.

He was yelling in my face. But it doesn't matter.

I was trying to drive while trying to explain to him that taking the door off a trailer we were trying to secure with a terrible idea, and he startled me by screaming at me to shut up. But it doesn't matter.

None of that matters.

I'm garbage.

I don't deserve to live.



But I'm too scared to die.