Maybe one day

my name is Elaina Malson. I've been in the foster system since I was 8, but my sister has been doing this a little after birth. We finally found a home where they said we might be adopted, but for some reason she hasn't adopted us for 5 years. Maybe its because she hates me and loves her, or the fact that I'm useless to her. My parents are dead, I have one friend, I barely talk to my sister, and I uncontrollably hate myself. But no one knows. Everyone thinks nothing is wrong with me and believes that I think I'm perfect. Well guess what? I'm not and neither are you.