Yeah. Honestly, my family...they're not my family. They're just people I happen to be related to. I know it definitely sounds drastic to say on my part, but they've turned on me, they said I couldn't talk to an old family friend just because she had bipolar disorder, they try and act like I'm the bad guy just because I'm going through a rough patch (then again, what do they know about rough patches? They've probably never had them in their lives), they creepily watched me like hawks until I told them to cut it out...they probably care more about me keeping my mouth shut and just blindly going along with things than actually helping me. My mom even went into a whining fit just because I spent a lot of time with a good friend's family and called me weak for having mental health issues (because she doesn't know anything about mental health and I don't think she wants to because she prefers to have her head in the sand most of the time) and my aunt and dad currently think I'm the Devil just because I'm hypersensitive to being touched by certain people at the moment. Honestly, the Internet, my therapist, and my friends have been more of a family than my biological family is at the moment. I don't think my biological family deserves to be called my family right now.

*Sighs*

I'm sorry -- I've just got a lot of anger in me right now. I really do despise these people and I hope I can move out soon and never have to see them again. I'll probably be ecstatic if I never have to see them again, and I know the feeling will be mutual on their part.