My parents dont like me. Ever since way before I had ever tried anything other than pot,they were constantly hassling me to change the way i dress, the way i talk, my values and opinions. They told me they were ashamed to bring me to functions they attented (my dad being a doctor) because I shop at thrift stores. They bought my brother a car, give his as much money for booze on the weekends as he could possibly want, bought him a mac laptop, ipod, they paid for him to live in an expensive house in calgary, and they even pay for his fucking gas. I asked for new shoes because mine had holes in the bottom and was told i could damn well get a job and pay for it myself. Oridnarily, that would be reasonable. But not when my brother gets every single fucking thing he asks for, no questions asked. The favoritism in my family is sick. I dont understand it at all.

Like i said, this was before I experimented with anything. I was even a virgin lol. But I began to not really give a fuck if what i did bothered my parents, because they could care less about me. I thought i would at least give them a viable reason to hate me.

Now all the drug shit and not living at home is in the past. It has been for a few months. I quit all drugs exept pot, lsd, mushrooms, all on my own accord, no help from them. I dont do anything they wouldnt approve of at home. They dont like me smoking pot but they accept the fact that i often do when I'm out. I still dont dress the way the want me to, or have the same opinions on basically everything about life, but I dont see that as any reason to treat me as such a lesser to my brother.