No pic cause I'm writing this on an iPad

Contains cursing, bc I'm mad

Recently, my brother got surgery done in his right shoulder (he was serving wrong in tennis, and he didn't listen when the coaches told him to stop so he basically did it to himself). You might think that's good, why am I mad?

Because he has our parents wrapped around his stupid finger. They won't listen to me, or help me with anything. You might say "but Star, he's going through some stuff" to which I say, so am I. I have to paint my room and the basement and have to make up for him not helping us.

I'm just so annoyed, I asked my mom to tie my hair because I had tennis, and she fucking ROLLED HER EYES at me. Like bitch, I don't know how to braid my hair because your dumbass didn't teach me, but you roll my eyes when I ask for help.

I was putting painters tape on the walls, and decided to stop and do it tomorrow. I went downstairs and told my parents and sat down to draw, but my mom went upstairs p and yelled at me for not getting it done. I explained that I had told her that I was going to do it tomorrow, but she said she didn't hear me.

AND SHE ADMITTED IT WAS BECAUSE SHE WAS TOO WRAPPED UP IN MY BROTHER.

SHE DIDNT EVEN SAY SORRY.

YET SHE ADMITTED SHE NEGLECTED HER SECOND CHILD BECAUSE SHE WAS TOO WORRIED ABOUT HER FIRST.

This week has been hard for me even before all this happened, because I like having a schedule and everything being in it's place, including me. But I couldn't do that since I'm painting my room and I can't sleep there. I like having a schedule because it gives me something that won't ever change, which I really need right now.

My parents know this, yes, but they don't care. Instead, they're wrapped up in their poor baby boy who just sleeps all day, disrespects them when he's awake, and ignore their daughter that just wants someone to love her.

And if I try to tell them, they'd accuse me of being selfish. They've checked up on him about six times, and how many times have the checked up on me?

Once. To scold me on how having my door open is disturbing their son's peace and quiet (while he's watching TV.)

Currently, I'm sitting in the guest bedroom crying, and crying harder every time I hear they walk by and knowing that it's not to check up on me.

I just want to be loved.

Is that too much to ask?

Star~chan