It'd be a good relationship if I didn't feel like I can never make them happy. My social skills are fucked tier, I get anxiety about everything, I'm just a born loser. The only thing I've done is some writing but it's probably terrible.

No, and thank god. They're awful people.

I don't like anyone. At all. I'm intolerant of most people.

I treat my family like a bitter asshole. They have their flaws like everyone else, but I'm just mean and sometimes I feel like shittiest person in the world because of how bitter and condescending I am towards people. It's instinctive now.

Close, we are all tight knit and that's who we are. But even a robot has his limits, so I try and keep close but I know when to stop so I don't bother them.

Only with my parents and sister.

Honestly couldn't give a fuck about my extended family. All my good grandparents are dead and the only one left is a bipolar psycho.