2 days ago my mom figured out I was depressed (Or I think) and they all still treat me like trash in this house. "Get me a drink" "Feed the cat" "Throw this away for me" I want to die but I'm scared of death. They never ask Jupiter to do anything. NOTHING UNLESS ITS TO SHOW HER SOMETHING! I want to runaway but they've spent so much useless money on me. Just ignore me All my mom does is stay in her room and we're her slaves. She doesn't seem like she loves me, but loves Jupiter. I'm too scared to speak up. To scared to admit every secret. I don't know why. I feel unloved and only useful when they need something. Dang it, how did this turn into a vent?