I need some sedatives...
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I've been at my parent's for 2 hours and I'm wishing it was Monday morning already. I need some STRONG sedatives if I'm going to make it through this weekend.

I always hoped I was adopted, now I wish I was. These people annoy the holy living crap out of me. Why can't I just be me, and not have to fight, or have to hear all of this insipid information they think I want to know. Or why do I have to listen to people argue. Or hear them tease me about my foot/ankle/knee and continually tell me that "haha--you got fired."

Why couldn't I end up with caring parents who only want the best for me, instead of ridiculing me? Heck--my podiatrist and PT seem to care more about me than the people here.

I know that I like to be joked around with, and I am a fun person to be with, but c'mon there is a point of too much... and we hit that about 1.5 hours ago.

Any suggestions on what to do? I seriously feel like I could go cry a river up in my "room," it has bugged me this much... and usually nothing really bothers me--I rarely cry.