Every time I see any of my relatives, I feel like they hate me more and more. I'm a piece of shit. A piece of shit with crippling social anxiety and depression. One brother going to Mexico with his girlfriend, who just received her Masters in nursing. I think she's said maybe two sentences to me in 10 years. And then I come home, having been up since about 11pm last night, and see two baby announcements on FB. I don't know why I'm writing this. No one else give a shit about me, and I didn't even have anything to drink.