As the days pass with my parents gone, I have been feeling more and more depressed, really. I hate it. I don't like being stuck here with my irresponsible brother and a babysitter who doesn't even clean up the dishes she uses. I don't like coming downstairs to see dinner's dishes still on the table in the morning. My brother doesn't even do anything except watch Minecraft videos and play video games all day, and I've realized the only way to get him to do anything is to yell in his face, which would normally get me in trouble. I don't like thinking about what we have to eat because my brother doesn't eat unless someone makes it for him or practically makes him make his own meals. He doesn't eat if he isn't told to, because the stupid electronics he uses are too distracting, then he complains about it to me later.
I'm only fourteen, why?!