Ragnarok- it's here.

I just got a lecture from my mothers BOYFRIEND, (yeah, you know, the idiotic redneck moron who doesn’t have a brain?) about how you should talk to people. What, the, fuck? He went on to explain that the ‘way I come across’ to people is bad and I need to work on it. Coming from a guy i speak to once a fucking month, what the fuck?

Seriously. It’s hard being the only intelligent person in a house where everything is your fault. This ‘family’ knows nothing about me. But because I’m younger than them, they automatically know everything and I- nothing. What a bunch of friggin morons.

I wonder what it’d be like to actually tell them the truth someday? They wouldn’t believe it, simply cause they don’t want to be wrong.