just alot of stuff school and love... what 2 do...

I came home and brandi cooked me dinner... then mom and dad came home... and levin grabed one of brandis steaks and then the extra steak and i said something about it. Dad snaps and yells oh you wanna fight over food???!?!? I was like no but whenever i buy something for the house he eats it before i get a chance to. then, He yelled somemore and then i yelled then i come to my room and put down my food. then i go out to get a chair and i hit my foot on the box his windows are in for his boat... and i broke my toe... it hurts worst than anything ive ever had happen... n then he yells hes ganna eat my tater and i'm like ok... then i said i wasn't fighting over food i was saying one of the steaks was Brandis. then mom staps at me n tells me i can shut up or get the fuck outta her house... you know i've done everything for my family my whole life. I worked for the family bussiness till 3 months ago. infact ive worked my hands to the bone for it. and another thing Levin is like a king here. he gets what ever he wants, anytime he wants it, and i'm not to bother him. When i was his age I worked 6 days a week in the summer, I helped to support my family. Then I washed the dishes and half the time I Cooked the food that was on the dishes. He does nothing... he works on his car all day, and dad really likes that... its like i'm the REDHEADED stepchild, and hes thier reason for life. I don't know; I put up with alot when I was a child. Levin does stuff that i wouldn't even think about doing. I woulda got my ass beat... i remember geting my ass busted when i was 6 for not writing the # 4 the way my dad wanted me to... ya know then i say something about him doing something and there like leave him alone hes only a kid... all can think about is what about when i was a kid?? huh... that never stopped you from breaking spoons over my ass when i was a kid... for asking them to stop yelling at me i'd clean my room... I honestly don't know what to do... I hate my self right now... Why do I stay... and i Know that if they read this i'd be a son of a bitch and i'd be told to never come home and then they'd probly distroy everything i have then tell me i'm stupid...