Hated

Proloog

When I was 10 years old, I realized that my life was a big mistake. I hated my of  family, and myself because I was one of them.

I know you probably think I'm crazy..but I hate my family. It started when I was 10 years old. I was a humble quiet child, I had blue eyes, and dark brown. I was the only one with brown hair, and I felt like a black sheep. I thought differnt like i had a different language. I always feel weird.

But that is not the reason that I hate my family. The reason what that they didn't accepted me how I feel, how I thought.
It was like, I did everhting wrong in them mind. They except what they thought but I wasn't. I was't always listening because it doesn't make sense. They were always angry about me. And that make me nervous.

Later, when i was  a teenager I wrote things . In my diary offourse i would to know why my parents hated me so much.
But I never had a good answer. Only one thing,

emotions. Thats was de worst thing. I never knew what I was doing wrong or right. I just a child. I just wanted someone to love me, love me and hug me, but that was difficult.

I was always jealous about kids on my school. They had parents they loved which was normal to them. But for me, I couldn't imagine what love was.