Hate the system that caused the circumstances, not yourself.

Oh I do, and I hate that my parents are fully bought into that system and prioritized it over supporting me. Literally my whole life I have been made to feel less important than my mothers fucking house. I literally said to her recently that I was the only person paying attention to what was going on and she was so concerned with dying comfortably in her six bedroom fucking house that could be ten bedrooms if she had ever improved it that also has a fucking pool and a massive plot of undeveloped land that she lived in all alone that she never noticed our country was getting taken over by fucking Nazis. It was literally a choice to live beyond her means and never, ever have the ability to help me other than just barely keeping me off the streets. As I’ve said to her while she was busy playing fucking Barbie Dream House and teaching her dumbfuck daughter to do the same I was realizing how politically fucked we are for the last twenty five years. I was voting and getting involved while she checked out because she needed to play house so god damned bad. She said she was doing it for her grandchildren (because fuck me right for being too poor to have kids while my sister shat out some rugrats without a plan) but if she had ever given a shit about anyone’s future but her own maybe she would have gotten her ass out and fucking voted. Also she will probably lose the house to old age care and no one, especially not her fucking grandkids, will benefit from any of it except her. I’m so glad you got your dream house and I’ll probably die on the streets you selfish cunt.

My dad was somehow even worse and lived up to every terrible stereotype of a Use Car Salesman you can imagine, and then some.