I’m about done, I’m tired of being the last child, I’m a twin, we’re the oldest, yet she gets everything, he gets everything, the baby gets everything. “How come I didn’t get to go to the restaurant?” -me. “Because we thought you were going to go outside.” -mum. “You don’t let me outside, I’m not allowed outside. Things would be easier if you didn’t have four kids, you could easily take care of us all, and maybe love us equally.” Then of course I get sent to my room. I’m tired. I’m tired of being tired of this life…
-BloodShallShed