Sometimes I really hate my family. Correction, I hate my family. Most of the time. In fact, almost ALL the time.

As ideal as how some people like to perceive my family to be, I have a chain smoker for a dad on his way to a 2nd heart attack, a heart bypass and an early death (how on earth do you smoke 2 packs of cigarettes a day?) To add to that, he doesn't contribute a cent to my upbringing, has NEVER paid for my school fees, school books, uniform, tuition fees, transport fees and monthly allowance. He's intent on making sure I come down with emphysema by the time I'm 21 so I become so reliant on pure oxygen I have to carry an oxygen tank wherever I go.

My mother doesn't fare any better. This is a woman who got front row seats in watching her daughter fly through the air after getting hit by a car (and I think she actually enjoyed it). She lies to me 80% of the time and I can't stand her. She obstructs my way and makes sure I can't fulfil my dreams. She's so bent on giving me a mental breakdown by the time I'm 20. Oh, and did I mention I'm not really her child, emotionally? I'm just the trophy kid. Yup, torture the trophy kid and subject her to emotional abuse because the government conspires NOT to give her her due rewards and because she didn't top the school despite topping the class. This is a woman who gave $12 a day to her son as pocket money while she gave me $5 (tops). This is someone who gave her idiotic son $50 for every time he went out and wouldn't give me more than $5. This is a woman who told me she had vouchers that I could use to get new stuff, only to give them ALL to her good-for-nothing son. This is a woman who wanted my boyfriend to be her chauffeur just because her good-for-nothing son can't think enough to factor in the amount of things the 2 of them can carry and ended up overspending(he's a PERSON, NOT your servant). This is a woman who sat by and did nothing as her good-for-nothing son hit her trophy kid every day for over 12 years. She sat there and did nothing when he bashed her trophy kid's head against the wall, when he punched the trophy kid's nose till it bled (I have the dent on my nose as proof).

From the above paragraph, you need no introduction to the good-for-nothing brother. You know all about him that you need to know.

Oh, and that he is an MCP and refer to every female he knows as "bitch".