I'm sorry I'm crying while I'm typing. You can ignore me if you want to. I'm not important anyway. My dad sold my rabbit hutch without even mentioning it to me. My friend was planning to give me a new rabbit when she had a litter that's ready to leave. My grandparents knew this and that's why they didn't mind having an empty hutch outside. I'd only just gotten over the loss of my first rabbit and all. Then to find out he'd sold my hutch without my permission. What did I do wrong? I always try to be a good person. I help out anyone who needs a helping hand. I behave myself in college and remember to use good manners. I make myself invisible so I don't get in anyone's way. And still I feel like I'm being punished for being a bad person. On top of that he's been telling lies to my grandparents, Saying that I wouldn't speak to his fiance's daughter even though I answered her questions. I'm just not that good with people I find social situations awkward. I was tired and I was trying my best to fit in. But my best is never good enough. I'm sick of suffering. I'm sick of feeling like the black sheep of the family. I find life hard enough as it is. But nothing I say or do is ever the right thing. I'm struggling to cope...