Kat's Being Scary Again, Everybody Hide!

I. Cannot. Take it. Anymore.

I'm serious. I know I'm not a saint, I mean, far from it, but I cannot take this family anymore. I mean, last night Luke threw a goddamned candlestick at me at the bloody dinner table and no one even batted an eye. And tonight he got his spaceman speckled knickers in a twist because Nancy wouldn't let him play video games. Then Nancy broke down crying and started yelling and cursing at both of us, regardless of the fact that I was not actually involved, and I am tired of this crazily dysfunctional family and I do not think I can live here anymore. I'm dead serious.

Now, I know I'm privileged and lucky to have a family and to have a house and everything. But I just cannot live under these conditions. I feel like I'm one of those microscope speciments, shoved between two pieces of glass. I can't breathe.

Excuse me, I feel the need to vent something.

GGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!

Ahem.

Sorry.

I remain, gentlemen, your faithful and obedient servant,

J.G.