My parents. The sums it up. No I’m not a brat that says my parents are a pain in the a** or that I hate them when I don’t…I don’t lie to myself about my feelings I mostly don’t lie to others about them, I won’t say why I can’t stand them or list the billions of reasons why I do, I bet I can publish a book about that but I am here to say that I wish them dead and this is the truth, it’s not because I hate them even though I sometimes feel this way so strongly I want to murder them, which often fantasise about but will never do. And that is exactly the problem, this isn’t the right way I am supposed to feel about my parents…it definitely isn’t but I can’t help it! And if they are gone at least they’d be gone and I’d love them dearly, as the saying goes, one does not appreciate what they have till it’s gone. At least they shouldn’t have to stay and I would hate them (more accurately dislike them) and feel trapped and caged just by being around them or by their existence…I know this may come out as an insult to ppl who don’t have or lost their parents but this is the truth. I feel a little guilty thinking this sometimes because it is unfair wishing them dead for my own selfish life even though they think they r helping me which is not, all they r doing is making me want to kill them, myself or others…I have never told anyone about this, maybe hinted sometimes hinted that I am pissed off but nothing more, and it’s killing me! I hate this! One of the other many reasons why I hate people…no one will help me, they’ll judge me, use me, burden me, toss me aside or just lie to me. I try to help ppl I really do! But all I am doing is running away from my own problems by burying my self in others’ it’s not like anyone trusts me much I just the neutral kid in class which isn’t hated or loved specifically.