I'm so tired of living at home. Every time I think of the people around me all I feel is hate and disgust. Mother just got back from a month long holiday to India, where she decided to spend hundreds on cosmetic surgery for herself, she comes back and all she's done is sit in her room sleeping with some complete stranger, and every time she comes out all she does is complain and have tantrums. She acts all friendly and caring, but she's a manipulative, inconsiderate and downright horrible person. It only took me the last 20 years to realise that she's spent the duration of my life trying to manipulate me and it's been working. And my sister, impossible to talk to, bad tempered...she reminds me of me. Sister isn't really a problem, but I can't stand living with her anymore. I keep trying to get a new place, asking people who are supposed to help to give me a hand, but they lead me around in circles. Go see this person, call that person, go get a referal from the person who told you to call me. I feel on the verge of frenzy at this point, and if it carries on I'm going to do something I'll regret. I could complain like this for another 10,000 words, but I think I'll stop now.