RANNNNNNNNNNDOOOOOOOOOOMMMMNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSS

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I wanna cry and scream so loud rn...

We went over to our neighbors' Thanksgiving dinner party and my dad got drunk and I went over there and asked him if he would come home and he said I could just go home. Then I started crying and begging for him to come home and he still said I can go home, then on my way out one of my close friends (that's an adult) saw me and she came over and hugged me asking how my day was and if I liked the party, and I said it was okay then I started to cry more. She was like "Oh honey, what's wrong?" and im like "I just want my dad to come home before he makes any mistakes..." and she's like "Okay, honey im gonna go inside" and then she left. This is one reason why I fucking hate thanksgiving...