I'm not a bad person. I'm really not. I don't claim to be perfect of course. I just have as low tolerance for other people's b.s. People around/above us don't have to be so childish and obnoxious. Only elsewhere have I ever encountered someone so miserable childish immature jealous cut throat and awful. It's like my family is a magnet to shit acting people. Even though we don't even speak to them. Idk it just feels that way true or not. And then there's the matter of dealing with the monthly drunk of the family. Oh but you should have any stress in got told recently......YOU DON'T HAVE A FREAKING CLUE sigh