I lay on my bed all day and listen to music while staring out the window into the countryside. I hate everything about my life and want nothing more than to just run away to Switzerland and live out my days in the mountains. I don’t want to deal with the busy life of my home. I just want to leave it all. I’m called lazy, clumsy, fat, an idiot, and ugly by my sister who is the favorite child. Everything she says has a major effect on me because my mother has always told me to be just like her if not better. It normally doesn’t effect me, but after all these years it’s really getting to me and I am depressed. I’m pretty thin and my sister now calls me weak and tiny. There is no pleasing her or my mother. I can’t say anything to anyone because if I do say anything bad about my living situation I could be forced to live with my father who wasted tens of thousands of dollars on prostitution. I just want to leave the stressful life I live and be at peace in the country I love most. I just have this uncontrollable feeling to run away with my mother’s debit card, withdraw a large sum of money, and leave everything I know behind.