Well, let's begin.
I fucking hate my family. Yeah, they're good to me when I take a step back and look at the big picture..But every day..It's all the same. Wake up. Get dressed. Asked the SAME THING every morning. "How're you?" How the Hell am I going to know that when I first wake up? I'm fine. Get a ride to school. "Smile, things aren't so bad." I'M NOT FUCKING SAD OR ANGRY. Asking the same god damn questions, and giving me the same fucking advice EVERY SINGLE DAY is what angers me. Repitition is a bitch. They're always making noise. I'm a solitary person a lot of the time, but I always have to put up with their crap. Four TVs are on in one house, pretty high volume. My Uncle is always flapping his fucking gums like an idiot and gloating about his new fucking job that HE DOESN'T DESERVE because he's never had to work hard for anything in his life. He reminds me of the Canadians in Sotuh park. Fucking trash can lid head people...Yeeeah. Anyway. I'm done now.