So..The main reason I moved out last time was to get away from my family because I grew sick and tired of dealing with their bullshit every day, the only person in my family that doesn't cause me issues is my mother.. She actually understands me, at least.

While my father and brother constantly yell at me, nag at me, and accuse me of shit all the damn time and when I try to straighten things out, they call me a flat-out liar when I wasn't lying. Like my dad accused me of stealing his meds and his $300, as well as my brother accusing me of stealing the same $300.. My dad, however believed me while my brother thinks I am lying about it.

And my brother always gives me this condescending look, like "I'm better than you" kind of look and he always has this passive-aggressive attitude with me.. He thinks I don't notice these things, but I do and it's just upsetting, really.

And he has the gall to insult me every chance he gets.. I get that I'm not as smart or as motivated as my brother, I get that I'm a fuck-up, I get that I have mental issues, but does he have to remind me every day? Just. I feel so much hatred from my brother, unlike my father, I actually don't think my father hates me, he just misunderstands me. What the fuck happened over the past decade and a half? I remember my brother treating me like his actual sibling when I was a kid.. Like we always talked and hung out when both of us were not busy.

Moving back to my parents' place was nice for a little while but after a month, I started to remember WHY I wanted to leave here so badly.