Is what I hate the most about my parents. They treat each of their children differently. And I have the most disadvantage since they hate me the most. I had my sixteenth birthday two months ago, and guess what they gave me? A hundred-dollar debit card. What the fuck. And, I didn’t have a party. Dude, it’s my sweet sixteen! Why would you give me a hundred dollars? Fuck. And now it’s my sister’s NINTH birthday, and guess what she had? A Nintendo DS. Also, she’ll have a party tomorrow. This is so fucking biased. I must admit, I really do envy her but, I don’t hate her. Who I hate are my parents. I hate them so much. I wanna get out of here. Or much easier, I wanna die. This life is shitty anyway. If I can just cut my wrist, I already did. If I can just find drugs, I would have already taken them. If I just have somewhere to go, I already left. FML. I hate this life. I don’t wanna live with them anymore. I hate them. From now on, they’re dead for me.