my dad is a hoarder, packed the house ceiling to floor with boxes. sometimes the boxes will contain one item like a letter. other times it will contain rotten food meant to be returned to costco.  other times there are just boxes for boxes. my dad has to crawl over boxes to get to his bed which is full of boxes. there's nothing of any value, in anything, it's all fucking junk and anything of value has just rotted away from disuse. it's gross and dusty and i hate going back to that dysfunction. sorry for the blog post but fuck, it just fucking sucks
Tree Hugger