Asshole family

So I get back from a 70 mile organized bike ride for diabetes today, mind you I'm only seventeen, and what am I welcomed to? My mother is practically apathetic to my exaustion, my brother chooses to go skateboarding instead of welcome me at the finishline, and when I get home and ask for a heating pad, she says ''wait 10 minutes.'' I call her an asshole, she throws a five pound SAT book at me. So now not only am I sunburned, exausted, sore and now bruised, I have the loving welcoming support of my family to make me feel better. Strangers treat me better.

---I hate my life.