They mean well

I know this may just sound like some stupid teenage angst, but people can be assholes, particularly family, particularly a family that is composed primarily of people who aren't your family and never will be. But that's not their fault, they can do nothing to become my family, so I can't be angry about that. What I reserve the right to get pissy about is that they are unintelligent and I am surrounded by them. So I can say something, and if one of them doesn't understand, they will all gang up on me like a pack of wolves and tell me I'm wrong. Oh, so you don't need a spacesuit in space? Oh, Star-Wars tells you so, okay then it must be true. And the stupid rituals, like picking on each other, then if I enter the room and say so much as a word, suddenly I'm annoying them with all of this arguing, fantastic. Or reusing towels over and over and over again, before they finally end up filthy and in the wash, I understand that maybe this is common practice for some people, but I don't like that idea, that idea makes me feel dirty, so why don't I get to make the decision on whether or not I do that? I guess they are talking about having to do a lot of laundry, except no, because I  always do my own washing, I just do. But for some reason they are allowed to ask me to do a load of their washing, it's not like it's everyone's washing that needs to be washed, no, it's half a load of one persons washing, that I am being handed. I can't refuse or argue, no, because if I have the nerve to do so then apparently I'm not pulling my weight...right okay then. They also make up things about me, that they just for some reason think are true...and then start laughing at me for things I have never done. There are medical professionals in this little group that some people like to call my family, but if I have something medical wrong that I ask about, sure, they'll tell me exactly what their diagnosis is, but they will offer no solution, medicine or advise a trip to my doctor. I'm seventeen, they are suppose to care about me, and help me. Not tell me whats wrong and expect time to take care or me breaking - I don't want to get into whats wrong, but I can assure you it isn't going away. So I've just stopped telling them these things, and because of stupid circumstances, that means they don't know some pretty major things that they probably would want to know, if they cared. Everything I just said, can be put down to just being in my head, especially this last thing, which ironically is the one that I know is defiantly not just a delusion; One of my parents has always had a hard time relating and getting on with me, I can't blame 'em, I'm weird. But what used to piss me off, but I've just sort of grown accustomed to is the fact that they find it easier to relate to other kids, and treat them better than me, and take an interest in their lives but not mine, I don't see a problem with giving an heirloom that, by tradition, would have been passed down to me, the direct male heir, but whatever, give a relic of the grandfather I never got the chance to meet to someone else. Ok, so maybe that has started to get on my nerves again lately, but that's just because next year is coming up really fast, and It just kinda annoys me that a 'step sister' is going to get more support from one of my parents than I will, and I'm a blood relative goddamn. This sort of thing honestly wouldn't worry me so much, if it wasn't for the that the I was bluntly told "I'm not going to help you as much as the others" meaning that I no longer could afford to follow my fucking dreams, do what I want, get a half decent education and not end up like them. Well fuck, that's the closest I've ever been to crying in several years, and I have been in some fracking emotional situations.