So my younger cousin is in this room, saying they wish they weren't my cousin, that I was dead. That I'm a fat ugly tard ect...so basicly when they leave I'm going to just do as they recommend most likely. Because I hate this place and having everyone say they hate me and trying to be nice and just go with what they say so they'll stop insulting me. I'd run away if I didn't have diabetes. Oh, they also told me to go overdose my insulin, so hmm...gosh darn it I hate these little brats who call me spoiled and say their life is awful. When they have a mother and a father who care, when they have everything they want. When they don't have to do insulin shots and test bloodsugar and have to listen to their grandma on the phone, yelling at their mom to stop drinking. This isn't a sympathy post, I just can't stand this house any more.