God. Frick. I HATE my family.
I have a depressed sister who sleeps all day, and all night, and barely ever eats, I swear, she’s going to make herself sick. Not like she gives a rats ass about me though. I've been permanently stoned out of my mind, and its not like she’s done anything ever to help me. But whatever. Then there's my mom. To tell you the truth, I kind of think that she’s the one that starts it all. All of the fighting, that is. She just picks and picks and picks. Its fricking annoying. She's like a mosquito bite, that you scratch and scratch until it scabs and bleeds, but you scratch still cause the itch never goes away. Yeah, she’s kind of like that. And my dad, well he's the worst. He's a jerk. Seriously. And trust me, I know a lot of jerks.
I feel like he never loved me. Sure, he loves Mom. He's just too obsessed with himself to realize that instead of making himself look like a wuss, he's making an ass out of himself. He just never loved me. I was the son. I was the one that he was supposed to take out and play baseball with. I was the one that he was supposed to give advice to. Instead, I got a dad who cares more about my bitch of a sister, Maria, and who’s too busy with whatever the heck he does the rest of his time to even notice that I'm practically ruining my life, puff by puff. Yeah, I’ll admit it. I'm ruining my life. I know it, but hey? I figure, what else is there to screw up? I've already ruined some girls life, and her kids too.
Her name was Tanya. My first girlfriend. Probably my last. Technically, they’re called “flings” now. But, anyways, Tanya was always a really good kid, you know, a good girl, with matching grades, and perfect teeth. Perfect, perfect, perfect. I guess that’s why I was so hung up on ruining her. Not really ruining her, just helping her be a little less of a Christian, and more like every one of my friends girlfriends. In one word, I suppose you’d call her a whore.
I didn’t really love...