Do I know you from somewhere?

Jeez, I almost forgot about this!

I'm starting to equate living at home with living alone. Especially for someone in my position, who just has to be so fucking different from every other stupid bitch I know, talking to my family is like talking walls of different heights and widths: it doesn't matter what the wall looks like, it's still not listening to you. I've never fully grasped the meaning of the phrase "you don't listen" until recently when I thought about how my family responds to the feelings and ideas I try to convey to them. My parents usually play the disrespect card to get me to give in to them, and it usually works when it gets to that point. I'm not sure why. I'll have to think about that incessantly and get back to you with a conclusion in six months to a year.
Ehhh...I'm done with this one.