lost sheep

My family really knows how to make me feel good about myself. My mother talks to me like a maid, and blames me for everything, then goes off and mollycoddles my sister. My father does nothing but criticise me and act like he's the bloody smartest person on earth. My brother and sister call me fat.

The JCs really know how to make me feel good about myself. "We'll get back to you"

I'm not really needed or wanted anywhere, really. Especially not at home. Well, I suppose then the only person who did pay me any attention was the resident pedophile of orchard library.