Dear diary,
I don't know what to do about my problems anymore. People always come to me for help with their problems, but when I need help, they just say okay and walks away. I don't think anyone cares if I have problems. One day I told my brother that he and the rest of my family doesn't help me with my problems, and he had the urge to say that nobody wants to listen to my problems. He just doesn't care if I'm okay, yet he is liked by all the teachers in school because they think he's the sweetest boy ever. He always calls me a rat, which offense me, but when people call him fatass or skinnyass, he gets so angry. Once I told him that I wondered who's the favorite child, he straight up told me thet I was and will never be the favorite person, that I wouldn't ever be a person's first choice, that someone like shouldn't get a say about what to do with my life. Sometimes I feel like people don't like me because of my problems
Sincerely, Jess
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No one listens to me
RandomI'm basically writing about how I don't get to talk about my problems yet other people can. It basically how my family treats me and how it's unfair that my siblings had a normal childhood and that I was cheated out of mine.
