If you want to read this, go ahead... if not, don't stress yourself with it and skip it.

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For some reason, I keep getting pissed off at ever little thing ... specifically things that my bro or mom does. 

Does anybody here feel like you're the only one that gets yelled at for doing things in the house, even though everyone else does it too?

That keeps happening to me.

I sleep in the afternoon, I get yelled at to wake up but when my brother does it, she doesn't say anything.

I stay up all night, I get yelled at. My brother does it, she doesn't say anything [to his face anyway]

I eat in the middle of the night, I get yelled at. My brother does it, nothing happens.

I wait to wash dishes in the morning, get yelled at. Brother does it, she never notices and sometimes makes me do them.

I play my music loudly, brother and mom ignores me. They play their music loudly, the forget that I live in the house too.

I want to show them something, they tell me to show them later. They try to show me something, I have no choice but to see it at that moment.

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The biggest thing that made me get mad at them was something that happened last year, July 10-14.

We were moving into our current apartment at that time. Our friend CJ was there to help us so that he would know where we lived and my brother brought his friend over to help him. In only a couple of hours, my brother got his room into the new house, leaving the a good portion on the house still needing to be moved. My mom got her room done next and then it was on to the kitchen, living room and bathroom... and guess who's room was last... Mine...

I had 2 dressers, a bed and 2 huge closets to clean out. Thanks to my dad, he got my dressers and bed out of my room, so now all I had to do was clean out my closets and pick up the trash. 

Every time I even took one step into my room, I was being called to do something else, and being the good child that I am, I do it without complaints. 

I nearly broke down in tears because I only had one day left to take my things out of my room [It didn't help that it was raining all 4 days so my time was really limited]. My friend CJ noticed my frustration and suggested that I toss my trashbags out the window so he could throw it away and it worked, we managed to clean out my room faster than when I did it alone.

There was a moment where I slammed my door open out of frustration and closed it back but when I came back to open the door, it was locked because the button was pushed. Of course, CJ was there to help me because I was too short to reach the thing above the door that unlocks it from the outside. So basically, without him, I would've lost my sanity. 

As soon as I got the last of my stuff out of my room, the contruction workers told us to forget the trash and get out. 

That's when I truly noticed how I get treated differently in the house... I mean I noticed it before but I never paid attention to it (probably because I didn't want to) but after those 4 days, I can't shake the feeling... It hurts...

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It just to know that I get treated so unfairly, even though I'm the good child (meaning I'm still pure [mentally and *cough*ually*cough* dispite my EunHae stories], I don't cost my mom a fortune and I'm the child with more manners and non-racist)

You know, right now... I'm so close to crying... 

Anyway, just needed to get this off my chest, been holding it in for a while now so I decided to put it here since neither my mom nor my brother know about AFF.