The following text is written out of complete anger:

Okay, life is REALLY challenging me right now. It's been two months since my aunt and cousins moved in and they...won't... leave. They say they're going to leave one day and then on that day they stayed. I was eagerly looking forward to their leaving tomorrow but it turns out that they're leaving next week. I can really feel my mental health deteriorating as time goes by. And I bet that next week some circumstance is going to happen where they have to stay longer. This is not the first time when they said they're going to leave and end up staying longer. My hatred is eating me up right now. I could write novels on how much I hate the family that is living with me. I want them to move out as soon as possible. I really want to get out of this cold basement. I am also sick of starving in my own house (I starve because my aunt brings in food that has to be cooked and I cannot cook). You don't even have to tell me this is a waste of a DeviantArt journal. I already know that. I just have no other healthy way to vent my anger. Besides, you can always stop reading this thing.

Pikachu: Killing yourself would be the perfect solution. Then you won't have to put up with that family anymore.

Me: No, if I kill myself, then the other family will win. I'm going to hang in there so I can win against with this endless misery that this family gives me. I WILL STAND TALL!

It is completely fun to live with someone who wanted to burn my forehead with an iron. I couldn't tell if she was kidding or not but I ended up running outside in the winter air with only a normal shirt, pants, and socks. I didn't even wear a coat or shoes.