I hate parents. I hate my father for leaving me without anything. Not a fucking clue. I hate him for disappearing and for his lack of responsibility and his inability to step up when he had the chance.

I hate my stepfather for imposing himself on me.

I hate my mother for holding me with one arm and hitting me with the other. I hate her for hearing everything I say through a filter of hatred, I hate her for saying all those things to me. I hate her for the expectations which I am unable to fulfill thanks to her constant pressure and ignorance as to what it takes to actually fulfill them. I hate her for putting her negative thoughts on me, for making me her dump for her low self esteem. I hate being the fucking victim at the same time as she calls herself a victim of me.

But most of all I hate myself for letting them all push me in exactly the direction they want. I'm broken, I'm crying and I'm litterally fucking wounded. And I doubt it it's solely my fault.