I look at other kids who say they hate their parents and I'm disgusted. Their parents are the ones who raised them up and made them who they are today, yet they're not grateful of their presence.
I know what it feels like to lose the people you are closest to. I know that I shouldn't feel unthankful for the family I have. But my aunties from my dad's side... I just don't know what their problem is. Why they like to interfere with my life.. they tell me to do ridiculous things, and advice me on how I can be a "better person" yet they have a log in their own eye.
