Flee.

1. I hate my family.
2. I hate my family.
3. I hate my family.

They're so problematic I can't help but to hate them. My biggest wish is just to never exist in this world. Can't wait for the day I get rich myself, buy a house and forever closing the door to those who've hurt me even those the closest. Can never relate to the idea where family is their first. In mine, they're easily the last priority. The worst. Can never think the other way around. I wish they would just vanish, as much as I wish I would too. I hate having this "mandatory" reciprocal feeling to give back what they gave. The hell, I didn't even want to be IN THIS after all. I mean, why would I?

Family love is an illusion, let alone romantic love. Love, basically, is fucked up. My idea of it is so broken & distorted. I am the safest myself and will always be. Would never get everyone in and let them break me again.

I just wish I were a bird. In times like this, I would flee and never looked back.