Dear diary
I was an accident, when my parents found out about me they were going to put me up for adoption when I was a baby, but for dread of ruining there own reputations they ended up raising me by themselves, if you can even call it that, after I was done with my baby faze and turned 11 they pretty much forgot about me but even before that they would never let me forget how much of a burden I was to them. I suppose that having a kid brought them good browny points with the neighbours, because 3 years after I was born they had my brother Nathan, and he was “the perfect child”. Strait As, and a social people pleaser, I want to hate him for being so perfect but I just can’t.
When I hear people talk about me all I hear is mistake , social reject, never good enough. Then when people talk about my brother things are very different, by this I mean everyone in this little conservative football based town loves him, sometimes it feels like I am the only different person in this whole place, just an outsider, and it’s even harder to try and stay out of the spotlight when your mom is incredibly social, your dad is a successful business man, and your brother is the golden child that other parents compare there own kids to.
I think I was probably the happiest person in my family to hear that we had to move to a large city in Britain called Briton for my dads work. Finally I would live in a place where everyone didn’t know each other, somewhere where I could finally have a fresh start to re right myself not as a accident but as a social and happy person. That’s not so hard is it?
It can’t be, without my old reputation holding me down my life could be perfect, except for my family always making horrible comments about my appearance, and joking about how there lives would be better without me, it can be hard sometimes but I am pretty sure that everyone has to go through the same thing, I mean that’s just normal.
