Mum pities me.
I cut off my nose to spite my face.
I won't go out now because she wouldn't want me to and would panic. I want to go out. Why does Mum matter so much. Why do I care about people and yet they think I don't care when my brother cares about noone and everyone cares about him, he's popular and liked and noone loves him more or less than me. Doing what is right gets me exactly the same treatment as he does, or worse.
My brother never gets asked to do any jobs. Why can't I just be like him and get away with everything. He will most likely get into a better university than I have done with worse results, he will most probably get a better job, and I just stay obeying everyone and caring what they think of me and I hate myself for it and people for not letting me get away with it and just the way I can't and he can. And I hate being me.
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