I hate my parents

Yes, by writing that title, I am playing the victim card, but please, let me indulge, only if it’s just for a moment.

My dad. I am beginning to wonder if he is literally on the on the far end of the autistic spectrum. He is also a psychopath. He hurts everyone around him without realizing it. He takes things out of context and blames other people. I don’t want him around me anymore. I used feel guilty when I said to myself that we’d all be better off if he was dead. I just want him to stay at least 10ft away from me at all times.

My mum, bless her soul, has a kind heart, but suffocates me with her neediness. Get off me!!! Her limitations. No English. No job. No hope. She is also diagnosed with schizophrenia. Constantly trying to win my love by cooking foods that I don’t even like.

These people are bad. Very bad. They also love me and I struggle to find reasons to love them back. They actually make me hate myself. I can’t believe I let these people have such an effect on me. All they do is make me mad. You gave me life, just to drain it out of me slowly again. You’re like retards that unknowingly hold me back and drag me down, all in the name of love. I am shackled to you by blood and can’t escape.

Sometimes … I hate my parents.