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So here I am... ranting away so I stop making retarded threads on the CB.

If you happen to read this, then fine.

If not, then oh well, I don't care.

I hate my parents. With a fiery passion. There aren't words to describe the injustice I encounter at their hands every day, nor the idiocy of their fights.

I live in a world ruled by chaos; a world where up is down, dark is bright, and short is long. Things that make my parents happy one day piss the ******** out of them, and I'm never good enough. It's like no matter what little ******** up I make, it's always the center of attention, I'm always the one to blame.

Yet when my a*****e of a brother gets picked up from the police station, face bloodied, and having been detained all day for having an ounce of weed, they try to blame it on the other parent.

It seems like no matter what I do, it's the biggest mistake. "OH YOU'RE DATING HER! EWW! WHY THE HELL DID YOU BREAK UP WITH HER YOU WERE SO HAPPY! WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU GOT CHEATED ON, WERE YOU A ******** AND TREATING HER WRONG?"

Yeah... not, "I'm sorry you had your heart broken, would you like some icecream and a quite place to cry?" But, "You're a ********, get lady smart or you're going to die a virgin."

My parents hate my guts, probably because I was an unplanned accident.

That's right, the condom broke!

I ******** up my dad's career in the navy, made my mom fat, and, oh bye the way, made my family poor.

I hate this hell hole, and wish I could escape... I just wish I could breath.