You cannot expect me to sit in the room and watch as favoritism rears its ugly head, plain and clear in front of me, and not feel anything. You can't expect me not to react when you show support for her pursuits, but scoff and get angry with me when i attempt to pursue my interests. You can't expect me to feel like everything's alright when everyone's completely forgotten what I have been so passionate about since I was in Kindergarten, what I worked doggedly at to make my own and craft for myself. You can't expect me to be okay when all that's been forgotten, just because now someone else is doing it as well, and had professional help. I taught myself, does that mean nothing to anyone? I pursued everything on my own, by myself, with nothing less than absolute passion and determination. You never supported me, never really gave two thoughts to how you could help me improve. But now that she's doing it too, you throw everything you have into helping her grow into it. I know that the sudden influx of materials is just to "prove" that you're being fair, and not ignoring my three year old request, the one that i have been working hard for and repeatedly fulfilling your demands for and never getting. Just because you went and got the same item for her on a whim. She never had to work for it. You can't expect me to feel okay that someone else is taking over what i have loved for most of my life. It was what defined me. And now you dont even remember that i do it. You can't expect so much of me. I can't keep being strong about everything when no one cares. when no one bothers to support me. it hurts and you dont even care. does it matter to you that it hurts me? Do you care? you still continue to fling it in my face, telling me about all the latest purchases you got for her to make her a better artist. and when i reminded you that i do art too, you were like "huh...? oh yeah, you do ah." THANKS. great to know how forgettable I am. I've worked on my art for 14 years. She's worked on it for three. How did i become forgotten here? How have you never been proud of me, of what i have achieved. HOW CAN YOU FLAUNT HOW PROUD YOU ARE OF HER WHEN YOU'VE NEVER DONE SO FOR ME. HOW is copying a picture more impressive than creating something purely from your heart, your mind, your imagination. i dont get it. i cant do this anymore. please stop. please stop telling the world how proud you are of her in front of me. please remember me.
me 
