I just figured something out. I was feeling indifferent towards my brother. He was feeling indifferent towards me. I figured it out. I ate like four of his cookies(without permission) and no one saw me eat the cookies. Except my sister who was mad at me. So my sister must have told my brother. and now they all hate me. I hate talking to my siblings. I'll say something and there is said, and they go on talking about something else. That hurts.:( I feel like they talk about me behind my back. :( That hurts. I'll volunteer to cook him something, or help him clean something and he rejects my help. My little sister will volunteer to cook my brother chicken and do his laundry and he'll let her do it and give her money. fuck it. We all saw King Arthur together. usually my little sister sits between my brother and I. Well things worked out differently when we saw King Arthur. I ended up in the middle, and my brother move down one seat away from me. I hate myself. I hate myself. I want to run away, die, or even join the army.