I hate my family

I'm being so serious. I hate them all.

I think this year I realized that everything is fake. Love is a concept. Family is a word made up by people (fuckers) to make you feel like they mean something to people who use you. Oh and my family they gonna use ME!

I HATE MY FUCKING FAMILY. Oh- with every fiber of my being. Until I feel broken. Until I am on the verge of offing myself.

I will always be better then them. I have bpd. I am always on my godly time though. It's not a fucking phase, I am better and will always be better. Period. Fuck you, bye.