i hate my fucking family. especially my fucking bipolar sister and my crazy psychotic mother, who team up together and drag me around like a fucking piece of shit. I hate how they tell me to leave the house and then call the police when I do, and i hate how everything i do is wrong. I'm just stupid according to them. Close the door, are you stupid? I am not fucking stupid. two of the best fuck-ups of life known to mankind, and i have to live with them. I swear to god. When I am 18, i'm never looking back. They can try to guilt me into trying to take care of them when I'm older, and i'll play along and feed them a steady diet of bullshit until they realize the fucking truth that the way i turned out the way i did is because of them. and i'm not exactly emotionally stable myself. If they push me too hard, i promise one of them will be drowning in their own blood. my stupid obnoxious sister who always gets to call me a bitch and I'm not even allowed to swear in the house, and my fucking idiot shop-a-holic dissapointment of a mother. i am not a child in this household. I am a type of dog you whip into oblivion until it is perfect and complies with your every whim. Then, you get to show it off to the neighbors.