What is Family?

I had enough of covering my old self, trying to appear holy when I'm not, so I'll just have this for fucking sake. I'm just gonna let this out and I hope this fucking rots in your heart. So what do family means? Family means having someone to love you unconditionally in spite of you and your shortcomings. Family is loving and supporting one another even when it's not easy to do so. It's being the best person you could be so that you may inspire your love ones. That is what family means. 

The family I dreamt about, doesn't seem like one. When you start some shit, act like one. Don't simply push the blame on others just because they feel offended or feel hurt by your mistake. It's your fucking mistake and you asked for it, so you bear the consequences. The consequences of making this worst. Said I'm dramatic? Yes, I'm dramatic. I'm fucking pissed to the point that right now, I'm prepared to be labelled as rude, disrespectful brat. Yes, a fucking disrespectful and rude brat. Fuck you. Fuck everyone. Hurting the people I love who raised me since I was a baby when my parents went for work. Hurting the people who changed my diaper and fed me bottle a milk when I cry whilst my parents went for work. Hurting the people I loved who I'd cry every-time when I want to go back home because it's unfair that they lived with my cousins instead. Hurting the people I loved who took care of me and my cousins WHEN our parents are not around. Hurting the people I loved who cooked us instant noodles for breakfast. Hurting the woman I loved who braids my hair after every shower when my mom is not around. 

So now, tell me, why the fuck I should not be dramatic when you guys start the whole fucking shit yourself. You started it, so bear the fucking consequences. And why I said this is that, she almost died in the hospital for losing too much blood. And he? He have a heart bypass and both are fragile in terms of heart. So if anything fucking happens to them, would YOU WANT TO TAKE RESPONSIBILITY if they died? Your actions and tears won't bring them back. And this is the fucking reason why I'm still mad and I am allowed to be dramatic. So fuck your opinions and think back what they did when YOU AND YOUR PARENTS WERE YOUNG. Who take care of your parents when your grandparents not around at home? Who raised your parents? Who teaches your parents their schoolwork? Who send your parents to school? And especially you. My granddad loves you the most and you are his favorite and this is what you did to him? After all this years? This is how you repay your kindness? Hmpfh. 

And yes, this is who I fucking am. I say shit that will fucking offend you. I'm pointing at you, yes, you. If you think you are not in the wrong, come at me. So why the fuck you're now quiet? Why didn't you all come at me? Because what I said is right, isn't it? 

Do I purposely hurt your feelings? Fuck yes. 

So now, how does it feels? To get hurt by me, right now? Nice isn't it?