Well. This is the first time I am writing in this. Let’s see how this works out. I am glad this is password protected. I have always been to scared to have a diary incase my parents or someone will read it. They are downstairs right now. With Surbhi. She is the favorite. I know I know, every child says this about their siblings. It’s different here though. They don’t treat her any differently. You see, it’s more in the way they talk to and about her. It’s an emotional favortism that they don’t even realize they are doing. Which is why it’s worse, I guess. Because they don’t realize they do it. My parents love me. I know that. But that’s because they have to. I am sorry that I am an awful daughter. I try so hard. I really do. I guess it’s just never good enough, is it? I am never good enough. I wish I could just turn my thoughts and feelings off and be the perfect daughter they want me to be. I want to make them happy. I want them to be proud of me. And the tears start coming… *sigh* I am just never going to do all that. It’s not possible. I am tired of crying.