So my family.

To sum up my moms family: Snarky. Judgmental. Crazy. Secretly loving. Fun. Special (that is definite). Completely mine. Don't get me wrong, at times i hate my moms family. And there are definitely several things i constantly dislike about them, and things i wish i could yell at them for. But they have loved me for 16 years, and if any of you know me then you know that is quite a task. They are pretty fun, and you better believe they've been more than generous in many aspects throughout my whole life. Yes they've made me cry, and want to scream, and i may cuss them out in my head alot, but they've been there for me. And honestly all of those things come with family. Will we get along forever? Probably not. Will i be really close to all my cousins after all the parents pass? Nope. But regardless they will still be my family, and i will always know what i've had with them.

My dads family: I don't really know. I love them for whatever reason. I haven't talked to any of them in a long time, but then again that is what it is. I can't say they've been here for me because they really haven't. I can't say that i really remember anything about them because i don't. I can't say that i want to talk to them, and i can't say we are even family anymore. But for some reason deep down inside of me, i just keep loving them. Even if they don't know it, even if they don't care, i do. I can't tell you about their annoyingness, or how fun they are, or any good memories because i really have none. I have a boatload of cousins all of whom i don't know. I have 3 aunts and two uncles, who i love (And i can at least remember their names). I have one Grandmother (who i love more than anyone out there, RIP). I have two grandfathers who i don't know and don't give a flying fuck about because they've never been here, EVER. I have another step-grandmother, but she's in the same boat as my grandfathers. I guess you could say i am really bitter about it all, and lets be honest, i am. Because there is no good excuse for how any of this is. But what are you going to do? No one gives a shit. We get rich or die trying, and we cover our own asses. No one elses. That's how the (insert my family's last name here) roll.

My family: We are dysfunctional. Oh so incredibly dysfunctional. My parents are divorced, and i never really see my dad. But according to Lily's mom (she's my best friend and basically in the same father situation as me) my dad loves me and one day he'll express that. Just in his own way and on his own time. Even though it may never happen knowing my father, i like to believe Lily's mom is right. It makes the shitty situation now a little better, ya know? Anyways i don't talk to my dad either, i don't visit, all that lovely stuff. He clearly takes after his side of the family. My brother is the exact same way. Only he's more of an asshole. I love him a lot, but dear lord he is an ass. My brother is also following in my dads footsteps. Shocker. My sister is really nice, um most of the time. I couldn't live without her. No seriously, she is like my second mom. And God knows i would be lost without here. Then there is my mom. Who i don't ever get along with, cuss out constantly in my head, fight with, don't talk to often, but i like. Yeah, i like my mom even though i NEVER act like it. I did not say love because i don't love my mom, but i secretly like her well enough. Who she is personality wise pisses me off to no end, but lets be honest she was an amazing mom when i was a kid, and she has provided so much for me over the years. She sucks at mothering when  it comes to mental well being (ya know, talking to your kid and shit) but honestly i've been a pain in the ass my whole life and i really never gave her the chance to talk to me. I shut that boat down quick as a kid. And you better believe it worked. So even though i bash my mom a lot, i do like her and it's definitely not just her fault that she sucks. I played a hell of a role in that.