The Good Life

I fucking hate living in this house with my family. I'm a happy person by nature, I like to think I'm bubbly and wake up in a good mood. I like to think I joke and sing and do fun things alot, but in this house everyone else is so god damn unhappy all the time it's just a negative influence. Now don't get me wrong, I am not just bailing on this sinking ship, I have tried for years to make people sing and dance and joke with me, to try to cheer them up and make them happy, but it's like they want to be sad. Dad get's home after a 12 hour day and works another 3 hours before he goes to bed, mum is completely intolerant of anything that isn't school work. Any time spent on the internet (which I happen to believe is the greatest invention in the history of mankind), any time playing my instruments or watching TV is wasted. Any time that could be spent 'learning' (school work) and isn't is a waste. But might I say the internet has taught me far more, than school, along with life and friends, school ranks about 7, just below my parents, which come in behind a variety of other more knowledgeable sources. They get angry at me for not spending time with them, when it's blatantly obvious they are horribly company to keep, Dad barely has time for anyone anyway and they few hours I do see him he's always busy with something else. My little sister has perpetually been in a bad mood since grade one, and my older sister has perpetually had the mental capacity of a tenth grader since she graduated. Older brother, he's the closest to me, he jokes, but he's never really happy, he is the most mature, but he gets sucked into the negativity all to easily. I refuse to be dragged into it. I refuse to join in with this game that they seem to have going on 'who can be the saddest for the longest'. Scratch that. Dad just walked in. I know my father is a brilliant man, but sometimes I forget. He just reminded me why. As he said, like his father before him, hard work never killed anyone. I think he lives too much by that though, if you're living your life in constant emotional mediocrity, then is it really living? I need to get out of here, before it gets to me. I don't want to lose what little bit of magic I have left in me like everyone else has.