"family". A Joke.
Most normal people have pretty normal families. My whole life I've secretly dreamed of having a mom, dad, a house with a garage and a dog, or something. Something "normal", that would make my house feel like a home.
Your family is supposed to understand how you feel and everything, yeah? So why can't mine? "You're ridiculous" because I don't like how I look sometimes; "You made the wrong choices" because I cannot find a decent school. Very supportive, very ideal. Fighting, yelling, basically a cloud over my head just when I have to go home.
I H-a-t-e. All of this. This mess, a 10-year nightmare I'll never shake off even when I can finally have a place of my own. It's all quite hard. I know what everyone is going through. Maybe everyone can understand this too. Tragic, really, how we all ended up here together, hating our "families", or the sad excuses for them.