You ask me why I "hate this family so much"? Let's think. My home is not where my heart is. My home is where I'm happy, which is far far away from here. There is no sanctuary here. I don't feel safe, I don't feel loved. I feel like I'm walking on eggshells and constantly having to watch what I say. When I get into Cody's or Blake's or Kara's mom's car, I sit back and relax and realize that I had just been gritting my teeth the entire time. I'm not happy. I don't feel included or accepted and I don't have this everlasting love and attachment anymore. I don't see you as a heroine anymore, as someone who can do nothing wrong anymore. I see you as a liar and a bitch, who is thinking constantly of ways to ruin my fun. And no, I'm not exaggerating or being stupid. I'm done with trying to see things your way or at least understanding your side of the story. Because there is no story. Your problems and failures in life are being thrown onto me. But guess what? That's ruined our relationship. I have no one to vent to, to cry to, to channel any other emotion to anymore. I can't trust you with anything, anything. You'll tell your precious walking partner and come back with a bunch of shitty examples about her daughter, and how I'm the abnormal one. Well, fuck you. I can't wait to fucking get out of here. I've given you chances. This isn't a question of me being a "liar" or a "failure" or a "bad kid" for drinking or doing drugs, it's your inability to be happy. You're unable to be truly happy, so you create situations to control and manipulate for fun. Fuck.