I love my mom. I just hate her actions she loves me I think but sometimes it feels like she hates me so much. Everything is always about my brother I’m never going to be enough. I go to my house after school everyday but it doesn’t feel like home. I’m more comfortable around my best friends mom then I am my own I love her so much I just wish I could be enough. When I was little I thought if I was more perfect she would love me more maybe then I wouldn’t get yelled at for everuthing. I go to school everyday some days I think I’m fine others I know I’m not but I pretend anyway it’s somehow worse on the days I think I’m fine because at least on the days I pretend I’m fine I’m honest with myself I think I’m fine just to go home and realize I was faking it and cry myself to sleep I’m loud at school it’s the only way people notice me I act like I don’t care about anything but I do. I laugh or scream just because I don’t want to cry because if I cry in front of someone they know I’m not fine.