I remember a few years back I really wanted to kill myself, and my parents said something like "how would your sister feel". My internal reaction was something to the effect of "she has a bunch of friends and a boyfriend...who the flip do I have?". What baffled me the most was that they didn't see how illogical that was. In my mind, it was evidence that they clearly didn't understand me, and in turn, I felt even lonelier.

I'm sure they love me, as yours probably do too, but they don't UNDERSTAND me. I've come to just accept this. Now I just try to find people who do understand me, which is unfortunately very difficult to do in person.