All I do is help them, they ask and I help. But as soon as I start slacking, I’m called a “retard” or “fat idiot with no friends” by my sister. My father calls me a failure and a waste of a son when he actually interacts with me, and my mother likes to push my buttons, she knows exactly which ones to push because she put them there in the words of Ed kemper. 

One day I’m not gonna be able to take it anymore. And that day is coming soon. I just hope it’s the one where I disappear and no one knows where I’ve gone, and not where I beat the shit out of my family and go to jail