Nobody knows I am dying. No, not physically Just inside. Part of me wants people to know. The rest vehemently disagrees. I was asked if I was Depressed. I said No! But now...I wonder.......if maybe......I am. I've kept my problems to myself. That my parents don't love each other, That my mom calls me stupid, dumb, an idiot. That my parents thought there was something wrong with ME, when it was really them. They took me to a shrink. I didn't talk. The shrink started "shrinking" them. They stopped going there.............fast. My parents yell at each other, There is no love. There is no food in our house, just Katsup Onions Pickles I have to buy my own food. My brother stays away from this house as much as he can. We both agree, This is not a family.