I am Jack's emotional breakdown

Alright, this is another rant, and a ridiculously histrionic one at that, so please excuse the "my life is sssooooooo hard" attitude for the nest paragraph or so.

So I finally get around to taking the ornaments off the tree (I know, I procrastinated). I'm already a bit cranky because things are back to normal with the Step-Dad (normal = mutual veiled dislike). I can't find half the boxes for the ornaments so now I'm more cranky, and as I'm digging through the big ornament tub, I find an "Our first Christmas Together" ornament. My Mom and Dad's. As in my birth parents. I had no idea my mom kept it. And all of a sudden I'm supremely pissed. Pissed that they got divorced when I don't even remember him, pissed that the should have gotten divorced sooner because they should never have been together (I know this contradicts previous statement, but it makes sense to me), pissed that my mother had me so young. That we're now living in the middle of nowhere. That we finally have a really cool house and it's away from all my friends and I don't even get to live in it for very long. That I can't get past the Hinkypunks on the Harry Potter video game. That my sister is an 8-year-old vindictive brat (lets be honest, vindictive bitch). That I odn't get free movies anymore and I'm working at eff-ing Hallmark. That I'm finally at a point in my life where I'm not completely frightened about relationships, or commitment phobic (maybe that's a lie) and now there's no one around that's even an option. Pissed that I don't know if I can pay for school in the spring. That my brother is ignored and is screwed up in ways that both oldest children and middle children are and he's only 11. Pissed that I'm grossly misunderstood in my family (yes, I'm playing the unappreciated artist card). Pissed that I feel bad about playing the unappreciated artist card. That my mom bought me the wrong copy of the "Evita" soundtrack. That "Phantom" isn't coming to this little podunk town. Pissed that I'm trading my beloved black hair for mousey brown so that maybe, just maybe I won't get cast as another prostitute or vixen. That I had cramps like no other yesterday and I want to rip out my uterus. That I threw up for the first time since 8th grade. Pissed that I haven't seen any of my friends.

Did you make it to the end?