I just don’t get my family. We are always on different spectrums. And the things I hate about myself I constantly see magnified in them. I still think if I packed up and moved to the other end of the earth, I would take my mom and be fine. 

I can’t believe I nearly got to in argument over whether a dog was a West Highland Terrier or a Cairn Terrier. They can’t be confused because Westies are always white and Cairns can never be white. I just got up and walked away. Because people in my family won’t admit their wrong. Everything get’s swept under the carpet, leaving snide and snarky remarks whenever people are mad at each other.

No one can just be happy. Or at least let ME try to be happy. You can stay salty and unhappy if you want.