Opened the box with my dad's old stuff today. Found his favorite book. My stupid fucking scales tore the cover and gave me another papercut deep enough to bleed through the bandage. Can't even touch something precious without ruining it. This cunt isn't just useless for getting fucked, it ruins everything. He deserved a better daughter. One who could actually hold his things without destroying them. One who could feel something other than this hollowed-out numbness. What's the point.