I feel hollow—no. Completely gone. Everything I do is met with a “why didn’t you do this? It would have been better.” Or “Should have done it faster.” I’m forced into constantly obliging with other’s needs or wants. My sister wants spaghetti? Again? For the second time that week? Like it has been the past 7 years? No thanks. I’ve started to starve myself on spaghetti nights and I’d rather go hungry than eat it. Everyone calls me overdramatic. No one actually looks at anything. I want something? “Well can you buy it yourself? With your money? Yes? Well you still can’t have it.” My sister wants something “oh yes go ahead! Let us get it for you.” I say that I want to die and people call it bluff. They call it “you’re being too sensitive” while I’m falling apart. I feel trapped and alone and emotionally abused, and like I’m completely worthless. I’m tired of pretending. I’m tired of masking all the pain to make things better. People think I have others. No one needs to know and no one will