I hate my family. Well, more specifically, I really hate my stepmother and am irritated with the rest of my family. Why?

Because.

Apparently two months is a completely unacceptable amount of time to be unemployed and I should be able to find a job within days, despite the fact I have limited experience and no college education.

And because I am still unemployed, my stepmother is going to be treating this as a homeless shelter. I'm going to get kicked out of my home at a certain point in the morning and won't be allowed back in until a certain time at night. I don't think she's aware that it's fucking DECEMBER in New England.

She's probably going to take away all computer privileges, so I only have my phone on me and whatever time I can spend at the library on their computers. I have an old, old laptop that I might be able to use on free wifi, but it's not very fast or anything.

Family is suppose to be there to help us and give us support when we need it, right? That's what they're for. Supposedly.