Because nobody really knows me here, I can say shit I can't say on facebook. Huzzah!
I really don't like my parents. The thought of spending time with my family evokes such feelings of stress and anxiety that I lose the capability of rational thought and deliberate conversation.
The only thoughts that I have while I'm around them are "They think I'm going to Hell" and "The think I'm a horrible person".
Everytime they smile at me, I think they're lying. It's a long story, but from an early age, I learned the art of concealment and deception from them. We concealed our true thoughts and intentions from outsiders, and now that I'm an outsider those skills are being used against me. Or at least, that's what I imagine.
Of course, if I confront them about it, they'll just say "No we aren't!" But I still just think they're lying.
Added to this mess is the fact that my uncle is visiting. This is the uncle who has become the defacto family patriarch. He's the one that sends out all the family communications. Well, I've found out that he has deliberately cut me off from those same family communications because of my vocal support of gay marriage.
So fuck him. Fuck my family. Fuck their God, their Church, and fuck their fucking games. Fuck them all.