Who wants a kid?!

God, I hate my family!
I just came back from my Ann's birthday party this morning, and my mom asks if I was planning to go to the movies tomorrow or the next day. Then she drops the bomb that my sis was gonna go, too.
I'll admit, I was angry. Every time me and my mom want to go somewhere, she has to come along. She just needs to get her own damn friends, go her own damn places, and get a fucking life!
Then my mom tells me that my little sister was gonna come, too. But the last time we had tto drag her to the movies, she got bored and started squawking so we had to leave! Plus, she's sick. She has a stuffy nose and keeps whining like all little 4 year olds.
And my grammy was gonna come, also. And when I got mad And told my mom that every time we wanted to go somewhere, somebody else had to come along, my gramma said that I just didn't want her to come. Um, hello? Not everything revolves arond you!
She's always saying stuff like that. My grammy, I mean. That I just don't want her arond. God, she's so stuck up.
Then my mom starts saying how it's always after I come home from Ann's house that I'm a bitch. Well, she doesn't say that, but she means it.
I'm not. The just choose to piss me off after I had a good day. They're mad because I have a life that doesn't involve them, and they can't handle it.
I know that sounds like a load of shit, but it's the truth.