I hate to say “I hate my life” cause there are so many wonderful things about my life, but it only takes one thing to make me forget about all of that. I hate this family. Just about every single person in this family. I need to look out for my brothers and their best interest, and that’s what I’m going to do. Even if I have to look like the bad guy. I’m so sick of living like this. I wouldn’t wish this on anyone. This is a fucked up situation. My mom needs to go. Now.