Oh, there's no place like home for the holidays... OR IS THERE?
It aches me to say this especially during the holidays, but although I love my family, I greatly dislike them. Here I am visiting them for a couple of weeks, and I already want to go home after a few days. I cannot stand to be around them. I love you mom, but I dislike you. You embarrass me. You are unintelligent, rude, a pig, a disgusting eater, annoying, a whiner, and you made my childhood lonely and unpleasant because of your selfishness and paranoia.
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