My hopes are almost gone. My dreams are but a mist, evaporating more with each, new day. My passions are almost forgotten, as I do not enjoy anything I use to. I feel like my life is a nightmare, and I am waiting for it to end. I have no self-esteem, I have no place to call my own, and I don't feel like I fit in anywhere. I am the black sheep of my family, and my one and only sibling, my older sister, is their favorite. There is nothing that she can't do. She is beautiful, talented, successful, everything that I am not. I cry alot, I can't seem to help it. My tears flow, no matter where I am. I can't feel love, I can only share it. I'm not on a pity party, this is just how I feel.