Confessions of a middle child

 I decided to blog about the things that I'm feeling because I don't have a diary. Honestly, what is the point of writing in a diary if you're not heard when the only thing you ever wanted is to be heard. Am I making any sense? Am I being absurd?

To be fucking honest, I'm really fucking exhausted.

Pro-tip #1 : If you're a middle child, you might need to find yourself a therapist.

Today I learned that being a middle child sucks. No matter how hard you've tried, you won't ever be enough for your parents. Both your parents won't appreciate you for whatever effort you put into the fam and will start comparing you with your sibs. Fine. I'll admit. I'm a middle child and all this shit keeps happening to me for I-don't-know what reason. It's annoying and irritating because nobody will listen.

Pro-tip #2 : Don't cry at the dinner table. Nobody gives a shit. And the second they show they don't give a shit, sure as hell you'd regret your weeping menace.

Concisely, if you're a middle child, I'd give you a big CONGRATUFUCKINGLATIONS and a pat at the back. Tell me I'm wrong that your little sister/brother has been given more credit than you do but has done the absolute minimum. Or was I not clear? Do I need to rephrase? Is your little sister/brother the laziest shit you've ever seen yet being appreciated the most by your parents. Hate when that happens. How do I react or even how do you expect me to react, and how do you expect me not to react? So many questions but was I heard?

Pro-tip #3 : Make a list of people or things you care about. If Lisa for example pisses you off, was Lisa in your fucking list?... No? then do you give a shit about her? Fuck. No.