My family and why do I thinking talking to a volleyball would be more life-affirming??

I have thoughts about moving to Alaska or some other remote region because I get uncomfortable and want to sleep when I'm around my family. I keep my coat and messenger bag on the whole time. My stepfather is weird because he comes up with some rhetorical philosophical question that he already knows the answer to and harps on it in a patronizing way. He's other times extremely belittling and rude and thinks everyone is dumb but him. My mother doesn't seem to like talking to me at all unless it's about food or sending those email forwards of cute baby animals with encouraging captions underneath them. My sister writes flowery melodramatic poems and emails that mostly sound like cheesy novels or presenting arguments in a court of law. She has me read them aloud, every word. My cousin carries a pink purse with psychotropic mediations in it, around her house. She like to talk about her constipation and laments about being overweight.