RANDOM POOP THOUGHTS

Rant! Warning! Don't Read!

Okay, so my mom, brother, step- dad, and I were sitting in our dining room talking about my grandmother who is becoming really old (sorry, grandma). Well, my brother interrupts me, and me being me I go "excuse you, I was talking" (I always say that. It's a joke. If you knew me really well, you'd know I joke about almost everything. Any who, back to my rant). Well, my step-dad, let's call him George, buts in. He goes,"You're in this house. You aren't special here" and yada yada yada. Of course, George goes on to pick on it, and, as usual, I can't defend myself because that would be "talking back". Literally, I hate this place. If I were to interrupt him (Note: when I do, he isn't talking, but he says he was), he would yell at me! It's one of the reasons I don't talk much because I'll always get interrupted and disregarded and picked on. And by picked on, I don't just mean the interrupting thing. I mean I get made run of. For example, last night, he said "wow, you actually look normal for once". He went on to make fun of everything about me. My mom did nothing. She even joined in. It's so aggravating and rude. (I'll admit I've been rude to people before, and I am sorry to those people. When I'm rude, it's usually in my jokes, and I truly am sorry for being rude. Especially to my brother because I really do love and care about him. He's my brother. I have to. The other times I've been rude is when I'm with someone I don't exactly like, and even then, I'll feel bad and apologise. I don't like being rude, and I'm sorry if I've been rude to anyone on this site.) George also picks about my weight which I'm extremely insecure about because I'm female and most girls have that problem (I wish girls didn't have to feel bad about their weight because every body size is beautiful. The same goes for guys because they get upset about their weight too). He made fun of me for having an extremely bad panic attack (full on crying, hyperventilating, and fear. Just imagine dying multiplied by 300000000000000000000000000000000000000000000). He makes fun of my hair, the shape of my face (I can't help that), my clothes, my music, my anxiety and hatred/uncomfortableness in crowds, and my lack of talking (I can't help that I'm introverted). He makes fun of everything, and does my mom stand up for me? No, she just sits by and allows it to happen. The only real family I have are my cat, dogs, dad, music, and the family I made out of my friends (they're basically my sisters, and I love them so much Wolfheart1book Blackpanther51 Lavern2002 and my other friend whose username I can't remember but will put in later). So yeah. Well, if you read through this whole thing, great job! And sorry for ranting. Most people don't like it. I'm sorry. So yeah, bye. Sorry.