sigh... i'm depressed again...

my gosh. can't mum learn about what i want and need? she called me a failure... well... maybe i am...

my dad doesn't even care about what goes on in the house. all he cares about is work, work, work. he only noticed my bear after three years.

my mum is so biased. and not in my favour. everything is for my sis. i just step close to the line and i am dead.

my sis is my tormentor. she does the worst things to me and acts innocent. she tortures me with what good stuff she gets and refuses to share. she does nothing for me and scolds me at every opportunity.

i've stuck to my side of the verse. i'm honouring them the best i can. can't they stop exasperating me?

i seriously don't think that my parents love me. i'm just this thing they have to feed, clothe, yell at and this 'thing' does nothing except to shame them.have they ever thought that i should be proud of me fo once?
but everything i do, i do it my best, so they won't scold me, but sometimes, when i am really really not good at it, they think it's cos i don't like it, i mean, like, it's cos' i "am too lazy to be bothered with it". what rubbish is that?

where's my angel? that brother i need.i had my guardian once. i really did. i was happier then. i could talk to him. he was the only one i could talk to.not anymore.

don't get me wrong, people. no matter what, i will always be there for everyone. whoever needs it, i'll help you, and pray for you. i really will.

i just need someone to pray for me.