I've never really done this before but I just want to let some of my bottled up emotions out...I'm sorry if I'm wasting you're time with this but I just want to let something out. So this might sound really stupid but I'm gonna say it anyway. (Btw, before reading this, know that I've had problems with my family for a long time now. They're not very fond of me and are always mad at me for something. I'm the least favorite child...just saying.) 

Not too long ago my family was eating dinner. Well, before they started to eat, as my mom was serving it, my dad called me to come eat. As I arrived in the kitchen, I saw my family all sitting at the dinner table, while my mom was serving the last plate. Thinking it was for me, I waited there until she finished so she could put it on the table and we could all start eating. She finished making the plate and walked over to put it on the table. I was about to reach out and take it when she put it in front of my brother instead. After that, she sat down and they all began to eat. Confused, I asked "Um.. Where's my plate?" And she looked at me and just blinked. "Go serve yourself." She simply said and went back to eating. No worries, I thought as I went over to the food, getting ready to poor myself a plate. But I opened the pot of food and saw that there were only scraps left. I was so taken aback that I literally stood there with the pot's lid in my hand, staring at the leftover scraps. 'Wow.' Was all I thought. Did she completely forget about me? Did she just completely forget about my existence? Why did she pour everyone else a dinner plate except me? Or is it just that she really doesn't like me? Why was I forgotten so easily? I lost my appetite then and there. If no one was even thinking about me at all, then I have no right at all to be sitting with them. If they forgot about me so easily, then I have no right to be apart of the family. I have no right.

if you're reading this, you probably think I sound really stupid right now. And actually, I just read over this and I think the same thing. But, there's too much of my backstory to tell. And its just too much and too complicated to tell. So from reading this and not knowing anything about my problems prior to this, you might think I sound like a spoiled brat. But I'm not. This is just some small, dumb thing that happened today that just brought back all those bad thoughts I always have. So I know, not being served dinner is not that bad. But if you knew my backstory, you'd know how I feel. So please, I beg you, don't judge me.