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I'm ready to kill something.

I hate my family. HATE THEM.

I'm home for what? Not even half an hour, and already I feel like jumping out the nearest window and just fucking ending this shit. Between my father trying to control everything I do, to my brother just interfering with everything, and being a selfish, egotistical PIECE OF FUCKING SHIT - I just don't think I can cope.

I'm shaking. Like shaking right now. I want to cry and scream, and I can't do either, because there are too many people around, and FUCK IT if I'll ever let them see me like that.

God. I can't even breathe. I hate them. I fucking hate them.

I hate this too, complaining to you guys, having to put you through my rants and raves. I'm never around as it is, I'm home for like three days a week or so, and you'd think I'd have a happy journal to write once in a while, eh? But no. Three or four days a week, and they can't leave me alone? They can't let me be? What is that shit? And you guys have to deal with me in my towering tempers. This entry was supposed to be about all the fun I've been having at work lately, but just thinking about it makes me want to cry right now...

Sorry.