I have no one to talk to. My parents aren't there for me, I'm always going thru the battle everyday.. A battle that always the sadness wins. And they don't know about it. They don't know how many sleepless night I've been thru. They don't know how many cuts I've done to my wrist. Everytime my parents yells at me.. I can feel that they're disappointed having me as their child or as their "daughter". I can literally see it to their eyes and I can feel it that they don't even love me.. I've always envy some on the kids that their parents are supportive with anything that they ever want. My parents show me some love by giving some material things but not the love that I've always wanted. I couldn't remember how, where, and when is the last time that I've spend my day with them.. I just want them to care for me.. Show some love to me.. That's all I'm asking for but they didn't gave that. All I want is to be appreciated, to be loved.