favouritism

they like me more than him and i feel so bad about it. why am i the favourite? i’m worth nothing. i’m going to do nothing with my life. they should stop caring about me based on my grades and skills i had in primary school, and my crippling gifted kid burnout, and start caring about him. he’s a bright kid. he might have a hard time socialising but you have met all of my close friends. i can count them on two hands. he has life skills. he’ll make something of his. he deserves to be happy. he deserves your attention. i don’t.

i wish she’d stop getting so angry at him so easily. i wish he’d stop putting him down at every occasion ruthlessly. i pretend nothings wrong because they are good to me. but we aren’t a happy family. it’s almost like they’re out to get him. i feel like i care for him more than they do. i feel like he’s my responsibility. if they’re going to tease him, tell him he’s nothing, pass it off as a joke (or i will, they keep doing it thinking they’re funny) yell at him with little reason, then i’m going to have to look after him. if i ever found a magic portal to a fantasy world like my dreams, i’d bring him with me. i want the best for him.

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