Ever since I was a child, I remember being the number one excuse for everyone's disgrace. I was the unexpected child, born to parents already in their early 40s. While being the youngest, everyone thinks I'm the spoiled one. I'm in fact the loser, the one who never does anything right and the one who's gained a special kind of hatred for her own parents over the years. I'm 23 and due to my family's mental abuse I've been to countless therapists. My parents have always forced me to see a shrink even against my will. I don't think they'll ever realise that they're the reason why I can't move forward.