So... I came upstairs to go to bed as, as usual, my brother had left his stuff strewn all across the room. So like i always do, i kicked it back to his area. He started having a go at me for it and i said that if he didn't leave his crap everywhere maybe I wouldn't kick it and that its every day that i come in and his stuff is all over the floor, usually his underwear and socks. So we argue and he keeps acting like i'm the bad guy by telling me to be quiet because our sister is asleep and then mum comes up and has a go at ME because i was being too loud. I try and explain my side of the story and she quite literally says 'I don't care!'. She always does this, she's always on his side. She doesn't CARE that i got upset and that he leaves his DIRTY UNDERWEAR all over the floor every day. She doesn't CARE that he doesn't respect me and my belonging. She doesn't CARE that my emotional state is so fucking low that i have breakdowns over the tinniest of things and that I don't tell her because all she'll say is that its my fault and that she has always said she'll get me therapy but she never did or will because apparently we can't afford it but we can afford everything that my sister needs because she has down syndrome and thats more important than my emotional state and my side of the story and apparently we can afford all of tge little toys and all of the dvds and all of the special made stuff for my little sister but we can't afford ONE FUCKING THERAPY SESSION FOR HER MIDDLE CHILD WHO IS CONSTANTLY TRYING TO DO HIS BEST AND NOT CRY ALL THE TIME AND BE SOMETHING HE'S NOT! She doesn't even FUCKING CARE that I was crying afterwards, no fucking wonder i think she doesn't love me when she does shit like that! I have to hold in tears so much because if i do cry then she'll just get more annoyed with me because i'm being loud. And she wonders why i have mental health issues and emotional problems. OH WAIT! NO SHE DOESN'T! Because she doesn't ever FUCKING NOTICE let alone give a damn when i'm upset! I go day by day just trying to be happy and yes i be happy, real happiness and everything. I don't have depression or anything but at least once a day i will want to just curl up in a corner and cry because I can't do it any time of day. I just fucking teared up while wring this, a lot of people will probably think that i'm bullshitting and just want attention and that i'm just another kid on the internet complaining about first world problems and sure you can think that. I couldn't give a rat's ass.