so since last week i was supposed to have started this 8-10 page essay on my family and the way we interact w one another etc etc...its a bitch because i got the net going and im checking out the net then writing a few sentences and coming back to the net...plus 10 pages is outfuckingrageous, i rather not see my family at all sometimes (fuck it most of the time) and here i am writing about them in some extensive ass booklike essay...bitch...anyone else ever take one of these relationship pshycology classes?,i dont much care for them, if i wanted to be in therapy and let out all these frustrations i woulda done it long ago.