Am I the only one broken?

Today in class we were doing an activity, we had to draw our family tree and discuss the interesting things about our family. And of course, you can guess already, it is the worst thing for someone as broken as me.

Others talked about their siblings, about what their parents do, their grandparents. Me? What is the interesting thing of my family? My grandmother attempted suicide, my father is dead, I do not regard my mother, I dont know where my cousin is brought away by her stepmother.

And people are so stupid. All of them. I hate everyone.

I feel I am the only one who doesn’t belong anywhere.Am I the only one broken, the only one who has nothing left, the one unwanted? Why am I the only one? No matter how far away I run, the pain always catch up. And I’m sick of this.