I love them but I dislike them at the same time. They contribute nothing to society. The little joy they bring into the planet is a mere bag of shells. The two of them are a tight-knit unit of perpetuating stupidity that gets to me. Since I'm unlike them they make me seem like I'm useless. Well, as I said, I do love them. They just really, really get to me. I've always been a black sheep in a way but reputation, friendships and love start at home. But I'm just weird. I write random things down that really amount to the same bag of shells as my relatives. I'm just writing this down. I don't have much to say and I'm sure it will pass as always but I'm whining at the moment so I figured I'd write it here.
I know what you mean. My father's side of the family is the definition of white trash. Lucky for me leaving home means I have not seen them in years, not even holidays, it's fantastic.
I think everyone gets sick and tired of their family at some point. I know what you're going through, though. My brother is a heroin addict, and my dad is addicted to pain killers. My mom is in denial that they are addicted to anything. Their whole lives revolve around drugs and drama. It makes me so angry. I have pretty much moved out of their house and live with my boyfriend now.
I just wish they would drop dead at times. They treat me like I'm still a child. Yet they barely speak to me. I don't speak to anyone at all during the day no friends and it sucks when my family doesn't want to talk to me.
