I hate my family?

I hate my family.

This is long, but maybe it'll help people who are going through the same things and don't want to feel alone.

I guess people may vote both, but I'm really seeking advice here.

I'm a senior in high school, and I'll be in college in roughly three months.

I've had enough of my family. And no, it's not the typical teenage reasons like getting grounded or not being allowed to go to parties. I don't even go to parties because my dad would call me a slut.

I'm in an asian family and I guess you could say my parents hold very "asian" values (specifically my dad). My dad especially thinks that I have to do EVERYTHING he says (filial piety, I suppose). He doesn't recognize my merits-instead, he complains and questions why I'm not this or that. For god's sake, I'm going to an Ivy League university, I get good grades, I'm motivated, I have aspirations, and I never yell or talk back to him. He compares me to his friends' kids, even those who don't have the same merits as me. If one kid isn't intellectually as smart, he'll say that he or she is kinder than me. HE'S NEVER EVEN MET HIS COWORKERS' KIDS!? One of his friend's kids is at Stanford. So therefore I am not hardworking at all because there are people like that kid who are ahead of me. He also is complaining about my major in school when HE chose it. Now he wants me to transfer to another one which can not be guaranteed and that I hate even more than my current one. I want to go to med school but he wants me to be in finance and he won't support me. He tells me that if I fuck up because I didn't listen to his rules to not come back home because he won't open the door to help me. Since when was medical school a bad thing to aim for? He tells me he wishes I was mever born, I'm a waste of money (because asian kids are investments, right?), and that he wishes he had kids X, Y, and Z. He's also ALWAYS on my brother's side, who I will mention later.

My mom is annoying, but I don't necessarily hate her. She's always asking for pity and yells at me when I don't give her any, but I feel like that's most asian moms. She's very selfish, too, but she also does let me vent to her, which helps keep my sanity. But, she often yells at me for some of my thoughts, which makes me go to things like crying and/or reddit.

My brother is the big one. I wish he was dead. He makes me so incredibly miserable and depressed, but since I am still living at home, I can't cut him off. We are currently not talking to each other which is making my parents mad because it is awkward. Let me say that this is not my fault at all. Someone at my school spread a rumor about me, involving my brother and used photoshop to make fake "evidence." I get that the "evidence" can look real, but before this I thought it was clear that we both mutually hated this person. In fact, before this incident, my brother and I would talk quite frequently. Very frequently, actually. We seemed like best friends. I actually told him he was my best friend and he told me that he didn't love me and to get real friends and that I was a loner. I still shook that off, as insulting as that was, and I shook off a lot of other things that I shouldn't have. He (along with my dad) has made me more racist (which I am quickly shedding off. I realize that there are injustices between races but I learned not to hate the entire race for societal problems and perceptions-that's just unreasonable). He also is anti-feminist and publicly talks bad about the issues he has with feminism, which embarrasses me and makes me look bad. He thinks that women should pay for men in relationships 100% of the time and should all have Victoria's secret model physiques, otherwise they're fat and ugly. He says he won't settle for anything less than a blonde model. Okay then. He called me ugly every day (before we stopped talking) when, can I say, I know I'm a lot better looking than he is. He calls girls ugly and fat in school and gets mad because they get mad (who wouldn't be?). I am not for radical feminists, but I believe everyone should be equal and there is nothing wrong with fighting for women's rights. Lastly, he's extremely homophobic. We were walking through the village in nyc and he openly started talking shit about gays. What the fuck? What's wrong with loving who we love? But anyways, my dad believes that I didn't spread the rumor, but he's mad that I'm not talking to him. Don't I have a right to? I've been SO much happier not talking to him. He made me less confident and caused me to become very antisocial in school, and that has since reversed when I stopped talking to him. I was always super depressed and had suicidal thoughts, but not as often when he wasn't around. I've become less cynical and mean, which is a good thing.

Is it normal to hate my family? Does anyone have advice to help me with the awkwardness in the household between me and my brother? Has anyone cut off a family member and find relief from it?

Sorry this was so long, but I had to vent. I don't feel comfortable anywhere but hopefully that will change when I get to college.