I am all backwards

So, I have been having this problem when the only time I don’t feel crushing loneliness is when I am off by myself.
Being around my family somehow just makes me miserable to the point that wandering the streets of an industrial park, and the poor sections of the strange town around it, is an improvement. Which is not to say that it is good or pleasant, but it is just a vague numb bad and not the complete awfulness that being around family is.


I sort of wish that I could blame it all on my brother. Who is super annoying, mostly due to trying FAR too hard at everything.  And I gave him my emergency chocolate too (his cat back home died, it seemed necessary) and he didn’t like it and fed it to dad (dad let me rescue much of it back).
And so damn many terrible puns, all presented in an infuriating special vocal tone just for puns.

But I can’t.

Which is very irksome.


I think whatever is wrong is just me. I don’t seem to work with this family.


At least the Semi-Imaginary-One has been putting in surprising effort. Which helps take the edge off how much I am not enjoying my life while I am over here.