So my mom made her first demand of our time living together. I feel like her slave. She wanted me to find sheets to put on my brother's bed, so I did. He said he could put them on the bed himself, which seems reasonable (my brother is 17).

When I went to tell my mom about the sheets, she asked me if i had put them on the bed. When I told her my brother was going to do this, she looked at me with this look in her eye that she gets before she gets really angry and said "well, you better put them on then."

It seems like such a minor thing, but it is a symptom of a larger disease. I always bend over backwards to avoid conflict in our house, and quite frankly, my mother has taken advantage of that. She always complains that we never help her, but fails to thank us when we do.

I've been feeling really sui lately. I think I might be mildly depressed. I just feel ready to give up. My life is so hard. I have a mental illness, I'm queer, no one understands me, I've never been in a relationship, people (including my own family) walk all over me. Really, any rational person would have ended it years ago, given my situation.

I'm not going to act on these urges tonight, so don't worry about me. It's just...ugh. I really wish that someone in my life would care about me as deeply as I care about them.