Hard to Imagine

I know I shouldn't complain. I know that. But I don't care. I am sick of my house.
I wish I could move out. I do. There's just no space for 4 kids in that apartment anymore. So I need to grow up already. I'm butting heads with anyone who tells me that I don't do anything and it's just tiring now.
I wish I could just tell them off, or curse or do something to get this feeling out of me. But sharing emotions was never really a big thing in my family.
Don't get me wrong I did it anyway. But usually I just get told off, or made fun of or told that I'm being overly dramatic and usually I am. But you'd think they'd know me by now.
Whatever. It doesn't matter anyway. All this talking is just stupidity. I'm just "being an idiot" as my sister would say.
My siblings don't even look up to me. I'm such a screw up.
I don't even care anymore. I'm just drifting through that place until I move out anyway.
I don't do anything because I don't care anymore.
I'm about to get caught in the rain.
This day is just fucking perfect.