As far as I know, I've always hated hospitals. I hate the smell, the ambience, the fake smiles those doctors and nurses make to assure you that everything is going to be all right when they're not. Especially the last part.
OK so remind me what the hell am I doing here? I mean, hi, I'm staying overnight. Oh right, nobody to go home to. And since everyone in the family is either feeble, needy, ridiculous, or just plain annoying (or I dunno, a combo of all of it?) Here am I, the family jester, a victim. So my brother is sick and is currently hospitalized-- don't worry, he's perfectly fine. He's only been here for a couple of days and is leaving tomorrow. He only had a fever and diarrhea, frankly speaking, but since my parents are a bunch of drama queens, yeah you get the picture. But why do I have to stay over by force when both my parents are already here? It doesn't make sense. To top it all, they're nothing but fights. My dad's annoying as hell and is terribly ridiculous, and my mom is this selfish dictatorate drama queen whose idea of perfection is highly unattainable. Which leaves me, a little victim of this whole supposedly-funtime disaster.
Jesus fucking Navas get me out of here.
I hate my family.
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