I hate being the favorite child. Seriously. I don't even know why my mom would tell me that when I was about 9. And because I couldn't keep anything to myself, my siblings knew and of course got mad. And it's so obvious! They don't well at me, they don't go in my room and invade my privacy, they don't deny when I'm feeling sad. But my siblings get those treatments. My sister says they don't yell at me because they think I'm going to kill myself. And it seems accurate. And so my siblings don't like me as much.
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