I think I hate my family. The only members of my family which I don’t hate are dead. I can’t listen to them anymore, I can’t stay in the same room with them. They are all soooo stupid. You have no idea how stupid they are. Especially my mother and brother (I say especially them because I see them every day and confirm this fact all over again). My mother has this belief, that if she yells at us long enough, we are going to be better people. Or maybe we’re gonna become the people she wants us to be (quite people that have no lifes, that study all day and all night long, do everything around the house, act like they don’t exist and their only concern is their mother’s wellbeing). Once she told me that it’s no wonder that nobody loves me (even I know that somebody loves me). And my brother is insane. He is what he is because of my mother, but ofcourse she doesn’t admit that. He is literally insane. He starts laughing for no reason, he is getting naked in school, on the street, where ever. He starts yelling for no reason, he doesn’t know how to handle money or see what time is it (he is 13 years old). I hate them.