I dislike my family.

The reason why I chose this title was because it's pretty much true for lot of people in my family. My stepmum and my dad are the people who I live with, and they are truly the worst. They never give me any sympathy for anything, they turn into satan when I eat without a plate and leave a couple of crumbs on the sofa. They never really care what I do, and it gets to the point you want them to put more effort into being proper parents because it does get on my nerves.

My grandad (My stepmum's dad), is also as bad. He has such a dry sense of humour and I really don't like the fact he picks at anything I say on Facebook, and has a sarcastic remark, and it really hacks me off. Also, he likes to call me a twat every time I have a small argument with my parents, and it gangs up on me when it comes to Sunday dinner.

My nan is lovely though. I couldn't fault her in any way, and the cooking is great. I love her dearly.
I just hate my family though at times. They don't even let me smoke.