one more thing.

there's one more thing i'd like to vent about.

how is it that there are some people in my family that consistently forget about me? there is only one day out of the year that i can truly call mine, and year after year i mean nothing to some people. it's really sad that it's always the same people.

you're only my family because we share blood. deep down i don't considering you family because i feel no love from you. i'm sorry i don't kiss your ass, but i have been nothing but respectful. i never thought i learned how to love from you, but in actuality i did... i learned to do the complete opposite of what you have EVER shown me!

i hate you for hurting me. and i hate me for letting you.

does anyone really read this?
eh. who cares.

i have another day off from work. another boring, worthless day. days off are supposed to be fun and productive. but because i am forced to live in silence, i can't get anything done. or relax and watch a movie. or even listen to music.

ick.

why did i do this? what am i getting out of being here? what's the benifit for me?