I do not love my family. I don't like them either.

I used to, but much of it was dying for their approval that I could never of done enough to earn. Once I wasn't giving to them, they dropped me. There's so much more to it that's messed up. Lies, sexual abuse, greed...

But I'm the bad guy. I'm tired of hearing about it. I'm so ready to put all of it and all of them in my past that I don't care about anymore.