I’ve come to accept that I’m the “black sheep.” I’ve never really fit in anywhere, of course I have friends, but those numbers have been dwindling as I’ve gotten older. I get the feeling my parents and siblings don’t truly understand me, and part of me says that’s okay; I don’t truly understand me either. But when they forget my birthday, or shut me down after I try to speak, it starts to build. I don’t think they do it on purpose, but the fact that they do really hurts. I’m ready to move on and begin my life as an independent adult, but I feel like I’m being held back. Where would I even begin to look?