I understand how you feel. This morning I woke up very late and my grandma came into my room a few minutes after I woke up. She saw me and started to yell at me. Then took my sister's phone and called my Dad. She complained to him about how I don't do anything in the house and all I do is lay around in my bed. My Grandpa heard it and then started to say that if I keep doing that, then I have to move into their room. But none of what she said was true and my Dad knew that it wasn't true, but still took her side. I f*cking hate my family so much. They're nothing but conceited brats. What pisses me off so much is even though my hatred for my grandmother is so huge, I've never laid a finger on her. But what about her? When I was in kindergarten, she locked me in the basement because I made a small mistake. If she didn't do that, then she would either slap me or hit me with some kind of object. One time when I was little, she wrapped her hands around my neck and almost choked me. I have depression and almost committed suicide and yet, I still have to go to school everyday with a smile on my face, pretending everything is alright. I just can't take it anymore. It's hard to breath. I just want to go to sleep and never wake up.