Hey, guess what! I hate my family! Guess what else? I loathe my family. And my innermost secret that I have never, ever revealed upto now… I despise, scorn, spurn, deride, am disdainful of, detest, can’t stand, can’t bear, abhor, abominate, am disgusted by, repulsed by my whole darned family!!!!!!!!!!!!! I don’t want them to die. Nor do I want myself to die. But I sure would love to get away from them somehow, somewhere, for a long long time… It’s been too much-I wish I lived in America where a girl could live all alone if she could support herself. Or at least get some privacy. I am constantly getting picked on, constantly ignored (when they aren’t in the mood to pick on me), and constantly repulsed by everyone in this thing one calls a family. And to top it all off, my mother says I’m a spoilt brat! Thank you so very much! I study hard all day so I can achieve respectable grades, almost never go out with friends, I don’t even have the computer in my own room, I wasn’t allowed to go on the trip to India, I clean up after my little sister, never bug anyone to go outside to eat…but I’m a spoilt brat! I am her middle child, and middle children are the ones most ignored, most misunderstood, and the most likely to go into depression from their teen to their old age. It’s time someone thought about it. The way they keep hankering after me to let them read my blog, one would think that they were the closest people to me on earth. But regretfully, they’re not. They’re the most anti-privacy, unfair, unreasonable people God has ever created! It’s them who make me feel so low; I never thought I’d write anything like this for my blog, but somehow, they’ve been at my case for so long…I really don’t give a hoot about anything.