Why does my sister come home and yell at me? Or when i ask "how was your day?" never do the same? Why in saddened moments of my life does she not think to ask if i'm ok? Or do unselfish deeds for me not because she has to just because she can? I know she isn't my mother, but who else do i have? I really don't deserve any love, i know i don't, not after my past actions at a time when i was once a horrible person/daughter. I wish i could have stated new. Or rewind.
All my family seem to do is judge and criticize me. I am the black sheep, that member who somehow just doesn't fit in, who no matter what the circumstances is always wrong. Maybe i want to be that person. Secretly i don't.
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