My mom never supports my decisions, opinions, or words even if they r good ones. She just odesnt like it when i have good ideas. On the other hand, my sister is a genius and praised for everything when she only repeats what i say. I know im stupid i know im fucked up and i know that i wasnt accepted to be in this world. If god is so real and god is so great where the fuck is my happy childhood. If i have to grow up crying everyday and watching my own ideas get taken and watching my talent fade why the hell should i keep living? If i try to kill myself it doesnt matter. Im insignifiant its only because of my parents that i suffer and im just a broken doll in the corner of the room and i dont care if I am because even if theres pain and suffering to me my sister is always going to be the one who pretends its her im kicked to the side of the curb with my head bleeding and my mom wouldnt even care she would just shed a cocuple tears of pity and at least she has her fucking golden child