"Some people are alive only because it's illegal to kill them"

"Some people are alive only because it's illegal to kill them"
The anthem of my life. Everyone in my immediate vicinity is perturbing me beyond any reasonable measure. People who don't have step siblings, I don't think could every really and fully understand that. It's really hard. Even after living with them for, a number amounting just shy of ten, years now. The personalities clash so boldly half of the time, even WORK of all things becomes a relief. Sometimes though, I suppose I am the only person who feels this way. That I am the only person who really has trouble adapting to these familiar yet... exceedingly strange people living as intruders in their life. My life wasn't supposed to be like this... I was SUPPOSED to have a haven or a safe place to be quiet and still in, but clearly, that is not in the cards my life's dealt to me. I have, essentially, become the intruder.