I despise my whole family. Every single aspect about them furiates me. This family unit is terrible. Parents have constantly fought, constantly drank, smoked, never was around. Siblings suck, never was around to help me when I needed help, they always ask me things, and I lend a hand. But when I ask, I get the cold shoulder. The rest of my family looks down upon me because I am the spawn of my parents. They talk behind my back constantly. I know, I sat outside near a window in the livingroom back where I used to live. All the things they were saying behind my back. I hate them all. Seeing them die is a pleasure to me. I was the only person in the whole family to laugh at a funeral. Just to see another relative in a casket. They have brought me much pain and terrible memories. Sure there's a roof over my head and sometimes food. But that's it.