All Families Are Psychotic

And in the end no one in my family understands me. I've lived with them for 26 years of my life. Not really a small time frame if you ask me and yet no one knows the essence of Jake. Am I some sort of enigma? Of course not. I'm as plain as a cotton white shirt on sale for $9.99 at Walmart. All I ask is for them to love me, care for me, and listen to me. To understand my hopes, my dreams, my visions. I have dreams goddamnit! But they are just oblivious to me. They go about their daily lives without the slightest concern for anyone else's needs except for themselves. Selfishness will tear us apart I tell them but they ignore me. Why don't they love me? Why don't they listen to me? Why won't they take me seriously? I mean really, how hard can it be? I said "Apple Cinnamon Cheerios" not "Cinnamon Toast". Fuck. What am I suppose to do with this shit? I can't eat this crap!