I hate living with childish parents. Why do I have to be the mature one. I'm jealous of those kids who have parents who love and care for them unconditionally. I feel so lonely in this house. My parents only care for us because their scared that they'll get scolded by my grandma. Both of us siblings are conceived by accident. They didn't really plan for us. We were made by their own irresponsibility. I hate it. All my life I'm the one who hast to act like the bigger person because if I don't, if I fight back even just a little bit, I'll be labeled as the monster. I never asked to be born for God's sake. Why do I have to be the one who has to answer for their mistake. I hate it here. I wish I was planned. I wish I was sent to to a healthy family. Please God I'm so alone