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I am constantly reminded of the fact that either no one reads these, people point out this fact too much, or they read them and don't care. Perhaps a mixture.

I have an almost uncontrollable sense of anger, fury, and a sort of hatred thing boiling up inside of me. I'm sick and tired of being in this house. I need to get out. I'm sick and tired of the freaking people in this house too. I'm sure, if anyone read the before rant, the main culprits are clear.

I'm sick of feeling like I can't tell anybody because people are too stubborn to listen.

For instance, I'm not being emotional or a teenager or hormonal. This house is a hazard to the health, or rather the people are.

I acknowledge that there are times when I'm emotional, crying all the time during kids movies, for example. I am a teenager but this sort of household shouldn't be something, in fact I'm fairly certain that the problems I face in this house aren't quite the same as a normal teenager disliking their parents. I don't say hate because I sort of feel that those people who think their parents are out to get them are the ones who are being childish. Don't try and turn this on me, this argument. I have taken that into consideration and you can't tell me you understand my situation if you aren't living in the house with the people who seem out to chase you away. (Heck, maybe you are. Maybe you do know? I don't know you well enough and I'm not one to judge.)

Hormonal, heck, what teenage girl isn't? It isn't that.

It isn't pleasant to have your things stolen, to be lied to, to be cheated out of something because "it isn't fair to the step-sister", to watch someone else get credit, to be turned away, to be accused of. Manipulated. To name some.

My rant is done. No point in ruining someone else's day further than I might have now, if anyone has read it.