... that's all there is to it.

I guess it's stupid of me to say that without explaining, but I'm keeping it short. Apparently, I cannot feel anything while I'm living in this house without seeming like a whiny brat. Things have been hard for the whole family, lately, but just because I want to have feelings, I have to be looked down on, even by my younger brothers. Because everyone else is holding strong, I cannot have a moment of weakness.

So long as I live in this house, I don't matter. It's as simple as that. Because I was born and had to eat their food and wear clothes that were bought for me, I don't deserve any respect. Nothing is mine. I can't ask for a "please" or a "thank you" because it is my job to be pushed around like the dumb dog I am.

I don't care about helping out around the house or sharing special treats I bought for myself. I would just appreciate not having to be ordered and asked like a human being. Some kind of understanding or something....

It's just too stupid.