I feel like i want to hurt my family. You should want to love them and see them be happy at least that is what my friends say. I look at my parents and see them experiencing a fraction of the pain i feel everyday. The sore of the eyes is what i feel everyday. I want them to look at me with apologetic faces as i turn them away onto a new life. I knew i didn’t know everything. I knew that angst comes with being a teenager. I knew that school and getting into college was hard. I didn’t know that i was (according to my parents) a chold of the devil. I didn’t know that i wasn’t wanted. I didn’t know that parents could truly hate and abuse their child. Why is it me? Isn’t that the million dollar question