I don't remember that last day i was happy. I'm 13 years old and i would think that i would be living a normal teenage life, free-spirited and happy. But i'm not. If things don't change i'm going to give up soon. Only one person understands me in this world, my aunt Sheila. But my parents are to self fish to realize there losing there daughter. They have failed to ever try to understand me, to even see what i was about. But they envy me and my aunts relationship so much that they can't sacrafice to let me be with her. The only time my dad has anything to say is when i have a basketball in my hands. Don't get me wrong.. basketball is my passion and something i've always wanted to persue but he's making me grow away from it. I'm loosing hope that i'll ever have a decsent relationship with my parents if it keeps going on the same path it's already on.