Hate

They say hate is a strong word, and that we should use dislike. But in my case, I can use the word hate. I literally despise my family. We don't understand each other, we only think about ourselves. We think we are considerate, but we're not. We're all selfish creature who can't stand each other. I hate how I have to pretend, even in my own house. Isn't "home" suppose to be a sanctuary? I take comfort being by myself, anywhere but home. I hate all of them. And in the end, I hate myself the most. For being who I am and how I treat others.