Since I am still on here... I will go ahead and answer that. I hate everything about my family. They make me feel so paranoid... I hate that they seem to know about my depression and self-harm... I hate how they always try to get me to second guess everything... I hate how they ruined my life in many occasions... I hate how they talk about me, I don't care if it is good or bad, I hate it. I hate how **** loud they are. I esp. hate my dad who finds it necessary to comment on everything on whatever show I'm trying to watch. I hate how when he isn't talking he is crunching noisily on some snack. I hate that the rest of my family does the same thing, but not nearly as often... I hate them for trying to talk to me, I don't want to talk to them. I hate how they try to keep my bedroom door open, I want it closed 24/7. I hate everything about them. The list goes on and on. I hate them, esp. my dad. I hate how they look down on my seeming laziness and disorgaanization when it comes to school. I hate how they placed even more restrictions on me just before I turned 18 and made my crappy life worse. They made it so that I was not allowed to play video games if someone wasn't watching. They wouldn't let me keep a computer until I agreed that I would leave my room more often(I pseudo-lied to them to get it.) I hate how they constantly are pushing me to get a girlfriend, I AM ****ING TRYING FOR GOD'S SAKE.
I hate how they give me gifts(like this computer and such)to bribe and manipulate me to conform to what they want. I never want to be like my parents. I hate my sister for being so **** childish and annoying, she still bugs me like we were sick, even though I ignore her entirely now. I hate how they manipulate me into eating more, and have thought I was anorexic when I started skipping breakfast. I hate how my dad became a teacher and I hated him more when he became my teacher. I hate how they constantly check up on me... They just naturally piss me off. I hate them for not getting me out of the public schools when I was being psychologically abused there. I hate them for beating me for all the things I never did. I hate it that my dad told me several years later that I deserved worse. I hate how they grounded me so much that I didn't have a childhood. I hate how they never were really there helping me when they claim they were. I hate that they tell me that they love me. I hate how they ignore me most of the time when I actually am trying to communicate. I hate life in their house. I hate everything about them. I hate that I am my father's son. I hate that I inherited some of his genes. I hate everything about me that reminds me vaguely of him. I hate all blue eyes because he has blue eyes. I hate how I look more and more like him everyday. I hate how I sometimes speak like him. I just hate everything about my family.