Whenever I talk with my mother she is either on the phone or watching tv. In short, she cares hell what I say. The longest comversarions we have (if they can be called that) where she is paying attention to me and not to the screen is when she is complaining about my existence. She is currently on a trip and takes the time of messaging me. She has this amazingly beautiful way to make my day start with a message that say “hear me out, you little piece of shit” and sorts. I came to understand she needs this to take out stress or something, but still… I’m so tired of it. Not like the rest of my family is any better. They are trying to set me up on dates and stuff to see if maybe “I can give some value to the family”. I can’t talk to no one about my depression and I am seriously in that point in which the only thing I want most is to just… Be able to get away from all this people. I wonder if it is awful of me to despise my family so much. At least I have this place to vent and I am grateful for that. I hope anyone else in here can find value in their own person. We must all have one, right?