I love my brother, really, I do. I just can't stand his disability.
I want to be whisked away and be the center of someone's life. For once, maybe just once, to one person. But it'll never happen. I'm not appealing enough, not exciting enough, and come on, that's what sells, that's what people want. Excitement. I'm not exciting. And I'm not pretty, no matter how many times I try to be in front of the camera. No one will ever want me because no one ever cares. They're too busy with other things to notice.
People don't care about me, I have a disabled brother, they care about him. Mom does. Dad does. He introduced him to his girlfriend before me, after all. I'm no one to anyone. And I don't see why I try to be someone to anyone when this happens. Who cares about what I have to say? They don't.
I'm tired. I want to be special, I want it so badly. But I never will be. Maybe I can dream.