So very very very much.
And yes, if that means hating my own kin, then hate them I do.
I hate them so very much. And it's situations like these that make me reiterate my own personal vow to myself that I shall NEVER have children.
Because if god doesn't have mercy on any future progeny, I will -- by never having any. May my blood end where I am. And may any child be spared the taint of blood that is my family. On both sides.
Because, we are one fucked up piece of work.
Ah, how I hate drunks. Particularly when it's my own drunken, useless, disrespectful kin. Then it just makes me hate all the more. And I find it to be such a meaningless waste of energy too.
Oh, and memo to self, never try to be helpful towards a drunk. They always turn out to be as appreciative of it as a vicious, mindless, rabid dog. And they're about as loyal as one too.
Meaning, not at all.
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