I Hate my Family

Yup. Hate.

Wonderfully strong word isn’t it. I’ve got an asshole for a younger brother who seems to get his rocks off by constantly putting me down and a father who invariably sides with him because I apparently don’t measure up to some invisible and unnattainable standard of his. Top this all off with an elitist snob for a sister and a mother that doesn’t really seem to be able to do anything about any of the rest of them and you’ve got a wonderfully dysfunctional little mess.

I wish I could wash my hands of them all. The sooner I get as far away from them as fucking possible, the better.

Oh yeah… P.S.

Happy fucking Thanksgiving.