Dear Diary,
I don't know what's wrong with my mom and brother. I feel like Matilda when she lived with her horrible ignorant family who banned her from reading and coerced her into watching TV shows. Sometimes I think my mother surrendered me to adoption and I ended up here with a dysfunctional family. I am just so shocked and enraged my mom and brother called me stupid because i read on a daily basis. They have always been critical of my affinity for literature but i can't tolerate being called stupid by ignorant people who have never read a fucking book in their whole lives. Not even reading can quell my anger right now. I feel truly affronted by their contemptuous remark i don't think i will go out with them tomorrow as we have planned. This is all my mother's fault because she never instilled on my brother and me the importance of reading. My childhood was devoid of literature because she never encouraged me to read.
My childhood could have been exhilarating if i had known reading could bright pleasure and amusement to my life. Fortunately, i became an avid reader at the age of sixteen. I have tried to galvanize my brother into reading but it is a lost battle. He is just like my mother. He has an aversion for reading and people who read. He is always disturbing my reading time by asking me stupid questions and singing at the top of his lungs his stupid narcos songs. I have really tried to dissuade my brother into quitting listening to narcocorridos but he won't listen to me. To my great abashment, he had the boldness to sing these songs which belittled women with their derogatory terms in front of a friend from my reading club. i specifically admonished him i would retaliate against him if he dared to embarrass me. So the next day his favorite video disappeared into thin air.
Well, the point is my mom and brother are shamefully uneducated and want me to be exactly like them. They just can't stand seeing me buried in a book. They just can't understand i don't like watching movies at all. I have found much more pleasure using my imagination by reading than watching Tv, slouched idly on a couch. There is nothing wrong i have read 26 books in 5 months and peruse the venerable New Yorker magazine every morning. I just hate their ignorance and indifference towards literature. They are oblivious of the great support literature has provided me through these distressing years. Reading has abated my feelings of loneliness and helped me cope with family estrangement. The humdrum of everyday life is more bearable and less despairing just because i can transport into different worlds. So, i will not stop reading just to please my family. I will not let go of the last joy left in my life.