Taking care of my dying grandfather who raised me and desperately desperately looking for mental help from my mom who told me I had to face it. She's not going to tell me it'll be ok because it would be a lie. The whole family questioning me about the choices I made when they wouldn't make them themselves about his health. After the fact the dismissal of my depression. Man up! I don't have the time for you and your problems!

I realized in all that that no one cared. No one gave a crap about me. And a part of me now hopes I live on to be the biggest burden on all of them that I can be. Mentally and emotionally. When your own family doesn't care. Why should I? About anyone. I want my revenge.