My name, well it's Karkat. My dad wanted a boy named Carter, and my mother wanted a girl named Katy. So being the wonderfully brilliant people that they are, they shared their names and made a Karkat, seemingly neither boy nor girl and no matter how many times that Karkat tells people he's a boy who likes strictly girls, no one seems to give a fuck.
I've got a little sister who follows me around like a cat, a poor sap of an older bother (oops I meant brother, yeah that's it…) who had a similar mishap with his naming, and another sister who's deaf and ran away with her freaky boyfriend. My dad thinks they worship Satan together and my parents pretty much disowned her so she's never around.
You see, my family is the type that seems really miserable to other people but to our selves we're actually pretty content until we go in our separate rooms, shut the doors and cry ourselves to sleep at night in self- pity. Mom hangs around with gays a lot, which dad hates because he's 'super religious' even though he hardly sees any of us anyways. On Sundays he's a preacher, on weekdays he's a construction worker who doesn't come home until after everyone's in bed so he can drink himself to sleep without the guilt of other's eyes staring at him.
Please, don't allow me to stop there. I have many more problems to explain to you before we get into the real meat of the story which deals with my very messed up 'romantic' life and some venting stuff and journeys into the soul. If you are frightened by soul searches please, unbuckle your seatbelt and leave the vehicle immediately.
Anyways, where was I? Oh yeah that's right, family. The only one I can halfway stand to be around is Nepeta. What the hell my parents were thinking I have no idea. It doesn't matter though because when she was born I was too busy waddling around the house playing with hot wheels and scattering Pokemon cards through the hallways to care. She's only seven and yikes is she annoying. Much less annoying than Kankri however. (Dad wanted Cane, Mom wanted Krissy.) He just prances around the house all day in that big stupid red sweater of his preaching the holy word to everyone he sees. No wonder people seem to hate him at school. But I know he's like me. I hear him cry second most often when he thinks no one can hear how sad he is.
Mom is the biggest crier of the family. That's because she's ninety percent certain that Dad's been having an affair with one of my classmate's mothers. She also cries because she can't sleep. She says she's been having some pretty freaky visions lately. It's starting to freak me out too. Mom's the kind of person who thinks she's got the best intentions but really, she makes things worse most of the time. I'm really worried about her.
Dad hates us. He says he could never hate anyone but I know he'd rather be screwing in her office than spending time with us. That just seems like hate to me. He never wants to see us or go on dates with mom. Most of the time I blame my older sister, because things started to go wrong when she left.
Talking about my family makes me pretty fucking sick to my stomach, but even thinking about my friends makes me want to vomit. Let's spin the wheel and see what deranged frightening friend we can land on today, shall we? Will the spinner land on the druggie with a clown fetish? The bi-polar kid with no parents? How about the obvious homosexual who is way too happy for his own good? My new best friend with the crush on me who is clingy and possessive? Which one will we choose?
Sometimes I really hate my friends. Sometimes I really hate school. Sometimes I really hate my family. Sometimes I really hate life. Sometimes, I always hate life. Sometimes, there's never anything I can do about it. However maybe talking though this shitty sack of what my life is will make me slap a smile on my face so I don't look like I put my wrists through a paper shredder by the time I'm twenty.
Well then, not that I care to know your name (No, I really don't give a fuck) and you know a little bit about me…let's start this thing I guess.