What did I do to deserve this?

This family is shit, and I don't want to be part of it.

I have nothing much to say about dad. He pays bills, school fees, gives me my pocket money and occasionally some shit. I'm thankful for having these things so that I could grow up like most people.

& Mom, she has the ability to make me the happiest kid, as well as the most miserable. But lately, it's the latter. She always think that I'm super capable or something - punishing me for not being able to do algebra in primary 3, wanting me to help her in her marketing strategies. Hello, why am I always made to do things that are supposed to come at a later stage of life? Told her I don't know how to do and she flares up saying that I keep demanding things (food, clothes..) from her and when she asks me for a favour, I wouldn't even help. And how other people's daughters help their mom with their business. (FYI, the clothes I bought over the past 2 years are all paid myself from my pocket money/card which is NOT from her.)

I'm so sick of being thought as the best in her eyes. She is just deceiving herself. Told her how many times that I'm just average and she doesn't want to accept the fact. And this is why all the responsibilities landed on me. Because she thinks that I can do anything and everything. I had to assemble furniture, fix the new phone, design things for her, and all sort of shit. Do I look like a handyman or secretary? And I wonder if she realises that she has a son too. Everything is my business, rarely Daniel's.

I'm not angry with my brother. But this is unfair because I have to do everything. I told her that and she replied that Daniel is dumber and hence he can't do all these things. WTF. So the dumb wears D&G, diesel?! What did he do to deserve thus? And do you know why I have to demand? Because if I don't, I don't get a piece of shit at all. And my brother? He just lead his happy life and designer labels somehow find him. My mom willingly throw thousands to dress him up. And if I ask for a freaking topshop shorts or something she'll just brush me off.

If I could support myself and pay for my own uni education, I would have moved out. Seriously fuck happy-go-lucky. This is my shit life where I have to do this do that and get scolded if I don't do it well.

I know life is not fair.