Well, I can.

I hated residence. 
I mean, hate is a strong word. I did like it, really I did, but looking back now it’s hard to remember why.

But hell. I would probably go right back there if it meant I weren’t here anymore.

I hate my parents. There’s no way around it. My dad doesn’t listen to me, communicate with me, accept me, help me or even act like he cares about me. Doesn’t help that he’s my brother’s number one fan. And my mom? Oh god. My biggest fear ever is to become her. She is the most annoying person I have ever met. I can not sit in a conversation with her. She doesn’t know how people converse! She doesn’t know how to eat without being loud and disgusting and she doesn’t know when to shut up. I just know that if I start gathering these traits from her no kid of mine would ever love me, and no man would be crazy enough to love me or marry me. And if he were? Well he’d leave me. And then I’d screw up my kids lives just as much as my parents did me.

BUT THAT WILL NEVER HAPPEN.

Why?

Because

I am a disgusting fat pig who doesn’t act properly, dress well, wear make up or like being social. I have never had a date. Never had a guy have a crush on me. I’m supposed to be… moving somewhere. But where am I supposed to go? 

This isn’t fair.